Oh, Glorious Day

October 7

         Now, on a typical work day as today has been, I have nothing better to tell you than the fact that I am doing art, but today…today was a game changer. Today the simple satisfaction of smell was what brought a smile to my face. After working out, breakfast, and metaphysical, I knew it was time.

         So off I went a mile down the hill in flip-flops fully accessorized in my brother’s old hiking backpack with seven euros in my pocket. After about a twenty-five minute walk, I made it. With a smile on my face I skipped into the door, and as I opened this beast, a wave of excitement came over me. I scavenged for the change in my pocket, and put it in the slots as little Devon did ten years ago to get the toy out of the vending machine, but what I received an hour and a half later was so much better than any fake tattoo or sticky hand. Yes, clean laundry at last.

         Now to the convenienced folk sitting at home this sense of satisfaction over soapy clothes seems petty, but to the Greece abroad traveler who has been miserably failing at washing clothes in a bucket of water in the shower, this sort of technology is like Einstein discovering electricity; a mere moment in history forever to be remembered by this hopeless abroad student. Never have I ever been so excited to wait an hour and a half to fold clothes. Just to breath in a good smelling item gave me so much delight. If ever in doubt of knowing whether or not you take something for granted, try living without that item for a month. 

         Now I know this moment of having fresh clothes is to be short lived as abroad life of adventuring and painting gets pretty messy, but everything about this laundry adventure was so worth it; even the thirty minute hike back up the hill, which was occupied by my thoughts of how to relay this wonderful moment in history to you. Word of advice: If you CHEER©fully let the TIDE© Whisk© you away by the All Mighty© Borax© guy, you may Gain© a Bounce©y and Snugge©ly view on life. I hope you have a clean, dry, lint- free day permanently pressed in delicate colors. Alright, I am done with laundry puns.