Today, I found a new love. At Godfreys.
I'd been putting it off for years, my old vacuum used to be excellent, and I kept believing it would make a comeback. I was incredibly defensive when a housemate would suggest we borrow someone else's vacuum. I'd offer to lend it to people and be offended when they declined.
But today, we had our last fight. I put her in the car and made the drive.
I knew when I saw my new love, she was the one. Champagne body, clear tube, small swivel head. No more fights with filters or coat-hangers.
It wasn't the love I'd dreamed of as a little girl, but it was real.
Today I learnt to let go of the things in my life that are broken, but I stubbornly keep believing in:
The set-top box in my linen cupboard that doesn't turn on.
The toaster in the garage with the switch that needs to be held in place.
The beautiful cream couch that is now grey.
The rubbish bin with the broken lid.
Who am I kidding? I just spend $300 of my tax return on a vacuum.
One of the boys can buy a bin.