It must be nice being a man. I have never been one, but all I can say by observing Martijn and my male colleagues is that for a man life is simple. Very. Simple. A bit binary, like yes or no and nothing in between, but simple.
So while I tidied my clothes and these of the kids in perfectly (for me) logical order in the cabin, Martijn said he doesn’t even need space. He would put clothes in the back storage in a box. So. Simple.
I admire myself and my perfectly logical system every time I need something: i know which space, corner, tower has the item I look for. And of course I expected Martijn to give up his ‘i am too cool and travel light’ idea pretty soon. No, I was wrong. He beat me big time. Cause sometimes my perfect order is not so perfect after all and I move around opening and closing cupboards in agony. And Martijn only has to open the storage door and look under the toy box (bottom right.
Sigh. I lost.