The Game-changer

Life update.

I live in a house that was bought by my father. I think I may have mentioned this already but I live with my older brother. At varying points in my life, I’ve also lived with my stepsisters (usually no more than one at a time).

Shortly after one of the my stepsister’s moved in, a few years back, the washer just stopped working. She was kind of manic with her laundry—she had just given birth and I’m assuming cleanliness is great a baby. But the washer broke down, nonetheless.

For the years since that happened, I have done my laundry like many others across the world: at a laundromat. Sometimes, my brother and I would go together. Make an evening out of it. Pretend we were having fun lugging our dirty clothes out of the house and across the city. Sometimes, we’d delay our need to do laundry because we didn’t want to deal with it.

It’s been an inconvenience that has snowballed into a detrimental force in our lives.

And a couple of weeks ago, after saving here and there, my brother and I were finally able to buy a new washer and dryer. The days between the purchase and its arrival were filled with glee and expectation and hope. And then the day arrived. The washer was finally being delivered. Installation and haul away are included when you purchase this type of appliance on a certain website. Everything was finally going to work out!

Of course, if life were that easy we wouldn’t need to get it together (hey, that’s the name of this blog). The delivery people gave us the bad news that the drain hole is somehow wrong and that they couldn’t install it because it would be a liability on their end.

Fuck me, right?

Don’t worry, this story has a happy ending. After the bad news from the delivery/installation people, I decided that I didn’t want that. I don’t want to keep on having a problem that chips away at the happiness of my life until I feel miserable. Long story short, we had to have several visits from plumbers and other handyman (handymen?) come in and fix the situation.

So, yes! We have a working washer.

And it’s a fucking game-changer, baby. I washed everything. My dirty clothes. Every towel. All the linen. Kitchen stuff. All of it.

The cleansing power of … cleansing. I feel so much better. Physically. Mentally. Spiritually.

There’s still more work ahead but this win. It counts. And that’s all I need for now.