Growing up in Flushing, Queens, my home didn't have a washer and dryer. And in all the subsequent places I've resided at since moving out, there's never been any washing machines or dryers either. But finally now at the age of 29, I'm grateful that I'll no longer have to leave my place to do a load of laundry. So far, the discovery of its convenience has been incredible! Just leaving my clothes in the dryer until I feel like getting them has been especially awesome since I don't have to worry about anyone jacking my cart or clothes. And thank goodness for not having to lug black trash bags of my dirty clothes in a granny cart down the streets of L.A.
It's the little things that count.
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