Fellow Americans. We have it good. But most of you already know that. I am not talking about 24-hour convenience stores, Target, Costco, Jimmy Johns or ice. I am talking about laundry. We have dryers. Italy does not. Both of the apartments I have lived in in Italy have not had a dryer. While most of you are probably shaking in shock, I have become used to this monstrosity. When I plan on wearing an article of clothing, I have to think at least three days in advance before wearing it. If its dirty, it will take that long to dry. I miss taking sheets or sweatshirts straight out of the drying and wrapping myself in their warmth. I miss dryer sheets and their smell. I miss putting more than 6 articles of clothing in a washing machine since the ones here are about the size of a ten gallon bucket. Some of you might be thinking "well, at least you can't shrink anything," you are wrong. There is some magical element in these washing machines that have managed to shrink two of my long shirts that I used to wear with leggings (yes, I am guilty, I wear leggings). Now, both are unwearable and could be mid-drift tops for third graders. It makes no sense. I didn't dry them! That being said, my friend Mallory has the privilege of owning a dryer in her apartment. But don't get too excited, she is not allowed to use it. Mainly because every time she does, the power in her house goes out. And her roommates ration its use because it costs too much. She has also informed me that it takes about a day to dry things in it. Not much better than my drying racks that line the halls of my apartment. Anyways, every time you use the dryer, I hope you now think of me.
Baci xx
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