You might think that the hardest thing about living in NYC are the rats scurrying past our trash cans Having a single drawer in our kitchen Or living in a second floor walk up with no elevator. However, those things are character-making idiosyncrasies compared to the drama and hassle of doing laundry EVERY SINGLE WEEK. See, we don’t have a washer and dryer in our unit or in our building, so we’re forced to drag our bag(s) of laundry to a laundromat 2 blocks away. That sucks in itself; nothing feels more like losing your grown-up card than being forced to sort your underwear in a poorly-lit basement, condemned to watch your clothes spin for the 25 minute cycle that really lasts 40 and feeling like a kid in college.
My Own Private Seinfeld
My Own Private Seinfeld
My Own Private Seinfeld
You might think that the hardest thing about living in NYC are the rats scurrying past our trash cans Having a single drawer in our kitchen Or living in a second floor walk up with no elevator. However, those things are character-making idiosyncrasies compared to the drama and hassle of doing laundry EVERY SINGLE WEEK. See, we don’t have a washer and dryer in our unit or in our building, so we’re forced to drag our bag(s) of laundry to a laundromat 2 blocks away. That sucks in itself; nothing feels more like losing your grown-up card than being forced to sort your underwear in a poorly-lit basement, condemned to watch your clothes spin for the 25 minute cycle that really lasts 40 and feeling like a kid in college.