The greatest of the greatest! One of my most favoritest of all places in which my soul feels a different kind of peace at, is the Laundromat. A rare breed of sorts, Laundromats make me feel at home. Sprung up around town, mostly around the inner city areas, they fill the gaping hole that was left by my inner childhood pastimes. My childhood was FILLED with trips to the lavanderia. I remember each one visited exactly. The curved seats next to the window, the smell of fabric softner looming in the air, the way that those carts moved so effortlessly throughout the narrow hallways. It was all so magical. So now, that my new home (a quaint studio of sorts) is lacking in this department I am forced to once again visit my long lost love in all its glory.
Is it just me who gets off on old laundry equipment and vintage signs hung up outside? It's like the world could be spinning a thousand miles a second and the minute you set foot into a Laundromat life once again slows down to its usual pace. Because it doesn't matter how many iPhones are out, how fast online shipping has gotten, or the fact that we are at the brink of 2015, the feels of Laundromat seem to stay the same. Whether the remembrance is that of the 70's, 80's, 90's, or later, that nostalgic feeling of coins and communal TV channels doesn't fade.
So I hope to visit as many Laundromats as I can starting from this point. Each one of them with their quirks and funny change machines. & let me tell you, I couldn't be any happier!