I was really annoyed this morning that I had to go to the laundromat to wash my clothes. In my JC place, there was a shared washer and dryer right downstairs, and on Avenue B, I had a setup in my studio closet.
Then I remembered that in Uganda, I had to wash them in the bathtub, and that was luxury compared to the plastic tubs we used in the jungle. And how when I got to Namibia, I could have kissed the first laundromat I saw.
What a whiner I can be sometimes...
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