Before I start moaning, I’m just going to clarify that I’m not moaning: Merely observing the challenges my new life presents me with.
So, on to moaning… There are many hard things about life as a chalet chef/host in comparison to life as an office wallah. Aside from the long hours at unusual times of the day and perpetual chalet finger (skin like sandpaper, deep cracks that never heal etc), the most difficult for me has been lack of personal space.
I share a studio flat with my brother. I share a chalet with an average of 12 guests per week. I share the slopes with my friends and several hundred tourists.
I was always a big one for ‘me time’. I’m comfortable in my own company. I don’t really need other people’s input on my work or life decisions. So I have learned to view some things that I took completely for granted when I lived alone as a complete luxury – in short I have learned to count my blessings in a much simpler way.
– A shower that lasts more than two minutes
– Not talking to anyone for the first 30 minutes of the day
– Silence – even if it’s just momentary
– More than six hours sleep in any 24 hour period
– Being able to follow a train of thought to its conclusion
– Starting and finishing a task without being interrupted (finding the ‘flow’)
Oh and yes, I am aware that this is exactly what it’s like when you have kids. I can only write as a person without responsibilities. I’m not a parent, but I totally get the challenges. It’s almost like this is parent-training for me, should I ever get around to it.
But when all is said and done, I still believe that a life given in service of others is a life well-lived and I intend to stay for a while longer – but on the condition that I have my own bedroom.