When I first moved out of my parents’ house, I lived in a 3-bedroom apartment with some friends from high school. Living downtown was full of excitement and new experiences. One of which was going to the neighbourhood laundromat. I loved being there. It never seemed like a chore, more like a way to secretly glimpse into the lives of strangers. Peek at their socks and undergarments. Judge them by the pattern or lack of on their sheets. Somewhere, every day is laundry day.
Posted November 1, 2020