Above ground, clean socks
this is the last time I’ll do this, I can’t do this, I’ll never do this again. Eventually I’m going to fall or maybe someone is going to push me and then the game will end.
I am sitting in the laundromat laughing to myself about how unreasonably worried I was when I moved out of our apartment in Washington Heights, because I knew I’d have to start going to the laundromat. The truth is, I love laundromats now - I think they’re calming and even a little bit romantic. I can see you rolling your eyes as I write this, but it’s true. Let this be my love letter to laundromats (& you). Two of the best things this city ever gave me.