I just realized the other day that one sure fire mark of adulthood is buying a vacuum. Nobody makes you buy a vacuum and you’re not going to die without one. Nobody really wants to buy a vacuum. It’s just something you have to do at some point. It’s a willful decision to spend your hard earned money on something that’s essentially a chore. Because that’s what a responsible adult does.
damnit I’ve bought exactly one vacuum (well, not counting wet/dry vacs and battery handheld vacs) in my life. and I don’t even have it anymore, I traded it for a different vacuum
other than that, I’ve been using (and still do!) a crappy one that my grandpa gave me over a decade ago
I remember the Dyson my mom gifted me as a housewarming present died (sheetrock dust is deadly to vacuums motors, it’s finer particles than I realized. ) And I went researching vacuums and found what the vacuum repair guys on Reddit thought about best vacuums. I felt so savvy buying the one I chose in the end. Yay adulting!
I just realized the other day that one sure fire mark of adulthood is buying a vacuum. Nobody makes you buy a vacuum and you’re not going to die without one. Nobody really wants to buy a vacuum. It’s just something you have to do at some point. It’s a willful decision to spend your hard earned money on something that’s essentially a chore. Because that’s what a responsible adult does.
damnit I’ve bought exactly one vacuum (well, not counting wet/dry vacs and battery handheld vacs) in my life. and I don’t even have it anymore, I traded it for a different vacuum
other than that, I’ve been using (and still do!) a crappy one that my grandpa gave me over a decade ago
I remember the Dyson my mom gifted me as a housewarming present died (sheetrock dust is deadly to vacuums motors, it’s finer particles than I realized. ) And I went researching vacuums and found what the vacuum repair guys on Reddit thought about best vacuums. I felt so savvy buying the one I chose in the end. Yay adulting!