A bit of my city living

I thought I appreciated things and that I was aware of the little things in life.

Until now.

Life in Pennsylvania.  Life in the city.  It has revealed a couple things I never realized were so wonderful.

Things like - a driveway.

Don't take it for granted, that long/short slim stretch of cement/gravel/dirt/anything right outside your house that is always open and ready.  It's convinience offers a quick dash to the house in case of rain or freezing cold, the opportunity to wash your car, clean out your car... and last but not least, a short trek with an armload of groceries.

But on the flip side of things, City Parking (i.e. street parking)  has improved my paralell parking skills by the upwards of 100%.  Not to mention my left arm gets daily workouts as I finagle an armload of groceries/random junk, all the while my right hand has become very deft at reaching for the keys and unlocking doors in a rather short amount of time.  And while the wind howls its chilly breeze I may or may not consider myself a hero as I square my shoulders and walk a block and a half to my car in the rain/cold/snow.

And shall we mention laundry appliances?

What happens when you live your whole life with a washing machine and dryer in your basement, a literal 30 sec walk away?  You get spoiled, that's what.  And let's not even mention a sister who will do wash, dry, fold and put away your laundry on occasion.

BUT, on the flip side.  A laundromat can be very relaxing as you're forced to sit and wait for an hour as your clothes flip and spin through the clear doors.  It causes you to think twice before you throw your favorite sweater in the laundry basket, because of course you wait until the basket is overflowing and you can get your money worth out of the big industrial size machines.

So go wash your favorite sweater in a load by itself, just because you can.  Actually don't.  Because that would be wasteful.  And when you finally have to pay things like water heating bills, you start to notice things like that, too.

I think I was spoiled my whole life long.  Just tell that to thirteen-year-old me.  Ha.