It just popped into my head. Standing outside the laundromat. It came like a sudden bolt of lightning that struck me square in the head. It won't leave. It must be important. The poorly lit faded grocery store, the run down dollar store, the abandoned ice cream shop, the tailor with photos that don't do the 80's hairstyles much justice. Then, the laundromat. With it's gleaming row up on row of shinning, whirring machines. Standing in awkward silence, barely able to hear the sound from the crappy sitcom. Black haired children screeching up and down the aisles. Finding some joy in the monotony that is the repetition of laundry. Wash. Dry. Hang. Fold.Wash. Dry. Hang. Fold.
Why did it make us so bitter. Hauling over flowing baskets of crumpled up socks and stained t-shirts. Bags of hangers. Hours sitting on hard chairs. Fighting. Every time we fought. I can't remember a time that we didn't.
It's odd how memories that you've tucked away suddenly appear one day. Almost out of thin air. As if they are there to remind you of something. That a present event triggered a long ago forgotten moment. Even when we tuck things away life has a way of opening up those sealed treasure chests. I know it's often said to forget the past, but you wouldn't have your present with out it.
Life is about washing away our faults. Drying our hands from things we regret. Folding up bad thoughts. Hanging on to insecurities.
It's also about washing away insecurities. Drying up our fears. Folding away pre-conceived notions. Hanging on to the good moments in our life.
