I recently had the pleasure of buying a new Macbook.
Opening the box, I felt a twinge of sadness, as I knew it wouldn’t be long before my pristine new computer fell prey to, well… me.
I’ve always been amazed and envious of people who manage to keep their Macs as box fresh as when they bought them. Somehow, their cords stay pristine, untangled; their icons and apps organized in symmetry on the dust-free screen. If they ever ate cookies in bed during a solo Netflix and chill night, you’d never know about it.
My honeymoon period lasts about 2 weeks. Then the documents start piling up in a scramble on my desktop, my charger becomes a grubby grey knot, my headphones are a tangle at the bottom of my bag.
Don’t get me wrong, I really try.
I see those stylish women at the airport with their perfectly un-overstuffed handbags, neatly folded travel documents and sharp haircuts. Comparatively, I’m a complete scruff bag – a mess of holey vintage clothes, too much carry-on; a surplus of accessories and tools for every occasion crammed into my backpack (“Dora the Explorer” my friends call this look). I tell myself it’s the look of adventure, of world travel, preparation for every and any occasion. I’m Mary Poppins, only instead of one bottomless bag, I have three…
Nevertheless, I dream of a day where perhaps I’ll be a little more put together. I’ll shop at places like COS, and be defined by “clean lines” and “quiet sophistication”. I’ll never arrive out of breath, or late, or spend 20 minutes at the turnstile searching for my metro card. I’ll stop carrying safety pins in my wallet for when my second-hand clothes fall apart on me, and will routinely clean out my bag so I’m not lugging around a lone item of cutlery and twenty million receipts (part of a losing battle to “be good at tax”).
Is this an age thing (I’m 24), or is Dora in my DNA? Am I destined to be the explorer forever?