So I spent the day today cleaning. Yes, despite my hate for housework, I spent the day setting up a house on campus for a missionary family to move into tomorrow. These are the sort of things you get pulled into when you become an adult in the Southern Baptist world and join a committee. Anyway, there was something oddly satisfying about keeping my hands busy and making it all smell good and look shiny. I'm starting sewing class next week. Domesticated, no?
Then again, this afternoon I moved the boxes that I was supposed to leave for the "big, strong men" to move tomorrow. Maybe I'm not so domesticated after all...
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