how do you spell laundromat anyways?!

for those of you that still might be peeking in on my blog to see if by chance i decided to re-enter the blogging world...well, here i am. no excuses really for not blogging. but one really junky thing is that my camera broke. which makes me sad. so...until i get my hands on a new one, no photos :(
but anyways...i was sitting in a laundromat tonight and, no kidding, i love laundromats. there's something comfortable about them. there's something down to earth about it. a bunch of strangers coming together in the same room to wash their clothes. it's just a cool thing. and i think i like it because you wouldn't normally find wealthy people there...it's your everyday, working, maybe even lower class people. i like that.
being there brings back memories in a heartbeat. memories of college. memories of being in california. there was this one time that several of us were looking forward to getting off catalina island so we could go wash our clothes in an actual washer and dryer. i remember...it was late at night and we lugged our suitcases and backpacks to the laundromat. i'm not sure how we came across to the people that saw us, but my guess is that we were kind of a homely bunch. the island had a way of making everything dirty. as we began to unload and wash our things....this woman comes us to me, not at all the definition of wealth or class, but absolutely precious...and offers me a flannel shirt that she had just washed because i apparently looked cold. i quickly refused and said i'd be alright, but was very thankful. she offered again and said i could just throw it away when i was done with it. i smiled kindly, but reassured her that i didn't need it. it was one of those special moments that makes you appreciate people, strangers even.
being at the laundromat tonight just brought this all back. and i love it. meeting people along the way of life. witnessing people's generosity. it's a beautiful thing. there was no one offering me an old flannel shirt tonight...but there was a dad with a couple kids who were having a blast playing together...and there was a woman and her mom folding clothes. and it just smells so good in there. so fresh. and so i just sat and enjoyed it....and waited for my sleeping bag to dry. :)