Moving out blog: What if these little accomplishments lose their merit?

It's been a week now since move in day, and although I haven't had a lot of responsibilities (uni hasn't started yet, I still haven't found a job yet, etc). I have been finding joy in the merit and sense of accomplishment I feel each time I complete a "grown up" task. For example a few nights ago I quickly whipped up a vegetarian lasagne for dinner, added some of my roommates leftover salad on the side and wah lah, a home cooked dinner for four. It’s small things like this that make me feel responsible, give me a sense of achievement and make it all worthwhile. This motivation has begged the question, what if these chores lose their merit and just become a monotonous routine that I am obliged to follow? I’ve never been good at routine and it’s always been a sense of achievement that keeps me going. If I lose this in the everyday tasks such as cooking and cleaning that I am obliged to do will I continue to do them? What if losing this sense of achievement leaves me stewing in an uncleaned apartment surrounded by empty two minute noodle packets that I am too unmotivated to even throw out? The dumpster is on the ground floor after all, that’s four floors down and few locked doors away. Whose design was that? Don’t they realise I’m busy and sometimes taking out the garbage isn’t my top priority? On F.R.I.E.D.S. they have a garbage shoot on their floor and a super to unclog their toilet, where is my garbage shoot and super?

It’s upon typing this that I realise that maybe I still have some growing up to do. Adults aren’t rewarded for doing what is expected of them. Tasks like the ones that have been giving me a sense of pride since moving in are simply expected and much less than it being an achievement for getting them done, it is a sign of slothfulness to not have them done. Naive as it was I had come to adopt an idealistic view of what it would be like to move of and live with a best friend. This may be a result of the countless hours I spent watching sit coms in my adolescence. However the truth remains that once again, TV shows little resemblance to reality. After all, when was the last time you saw one of Ted Mosby cook a meal or Joey Tribbiani vacuum the apartment. Even though I now live above both a bar and a coffee shop I guess I have to accept the fact that my life is not a sit com and I will have to endure all the mundane aspects of living that are so purposefully skipped over in my favourite TV shows. This is not me resigning myself to a life of routine boredom, this is simply , me accepting the challenge to complete all my grown up activities and still have enough misadventures and laughs to fill a 45 minute sitcom each week. 

I thought I would end this week's blog with a quote that I read recently and has become yet another life motto of mine. 

"Spend your life doing strange things with weird people."