I showered today. And as I was getting ready (to stay home, let’s be real), I found one strand of a stranger’s hair on my fkn underwear. EEWWWW!! To add some context to my situation, I live in a big Akelius building with hundreds of people living there. The laundry room in the basement only has 2 washers and 2 dryers - both charging each 2$ per load, using a card that had we have to recharge by shots of either 10 or 20$. I repeat, we are HUNDREDS in this 3-floor building. I must add: lately, the machines have been broken more often than not. I did a load yesterday and it destroyed my doggie’s beautiful and fluffy bed. Sad.
Tbh, I didn’t need to preface what I’m about to reveal, but I just felt like I wanted to prove a point because…I’m embarrassed to say that…at 30 years of age, I still hear my mom’s disagreeing voice in my head, which makes me doubt certain decisions. I’m not embarrassed to also say that I also keep reminding myself that I’m grown and my own person, not responsible to fulfill my immigrant parents’ expectations.
Whew! Where was I? Ah, right…my revelation! I bought a portable washer tonight. 400$. Money that I didn’t necessarily have, especially not to spend on a bougie “need”. Wtv! Sometimes you just gotta “place order” and dassit.
Alright, on to watching more YouTube reviews about this washer and relating with commenters on my journey - excited for their washers to be delivered, and feeding themselves of the 2nd hand’s beautiful experience of an independent apartment luxurious experience.