I did five loads of laundry this weekend. Five. And I absolutely loved it. No scrounging for quarters. No forgetting of the quarters just as you head down several flights of stairs to a dingy and chilly basement, and now you have to go back upstairs and by the time you get down again, somebody else has taken the machine. None of that. Just a leisurely stroll down the hall.
We have our very own washer/dryer. And that’s not the least of it. We have a dishwasher! Our dishes come out warm and smelling of cleanliness. This is big-leagues, folks. We have arrived.
I know that the excitement’s going to wear off soon, but currently, I’m pretty delighted.