Day 10: Can’t (won’t) live without
For many years, I schlepped my laundry to various and assorted laundromats, dutifully plopped my quarters into slots, and patiently stood watch over my still-drying jeans.
And then I had the good fortune to move into an apartment with a washer/dryer in the unit. And it was heaven.
I did laundry all the time, big loads, small loads. I remember luxuriating in the freedom. It was such a novel idea. I could just throw a load of jeans in, any time I wanted. No waiting, no watching, no quarters!
And then I met Mr. Phish, who wears a new set of clothes every day. I’m of the school that enjoys the nice, soft feel of jeans after a few days of wear. I don’t generate much laundry. Mr. Phish, however, can fill up a laundry basket in two days. I partly blame the overwhelming tire smell of where he works. But part of it is just him.
Since then, a washer/dryer has been on my must-have list. And to this day, I still love the freedom. I still enjoy being able to throw in a load of towels and walking away to do something else.
I suppose I appreciate it more because I spent so many hours sitting in a musty laundromat keeping a close eye on my towels and the slightly sketchy guys lurking by the dryers.
But I’m still so glad that part of my life is over.