Now that I'm officially in charge of the Peace Corps house, I'm throwing away junk like a maniac. Ripped t-shirts, holey jeans, scratched CDs, torn-up books, rotten food: look out, trash pit!
But I am also taking advantage of the one major perk of PCVL-ship, which is that the housekeeper does my laundry for free. While Trevor toiled away at home on his own filthy threads, I hauled mine over to Esther on the back of my bike. By lunchtime my shirts were flapping in the breeze.
The guilt I feel over not doing my own dirty work is SO outweighed by the thrill of not melting my skin with laundry soap and having clothes that actually get clean.