One of the more common questions asked as I embarked on this repatriation journey was whether or not I was looking forward to doing my own laundry. My response mirrored that of Vince Vaughn’s “why would I WANT to do the dishes” response in “The Break Up.” Why would I look forward to doing my laundry? It’s a rather boring task that I’d love to not HAVE to do. In an unscientific poll (those sitting in my row on a plane), a vast majority of Americans agree.
In fact, I’d wager there aren’t many middle class Americans out there that, given the opportunity, wouldn’t pay someone what I paid someone to do the laundry while I was in India. How much was it? I can’t say exactly as it was clubbed (that’s the Indian way to say “combined”, it has nothing to do with baby seals) as an add-on service provided by our cook. Regardless, you start to do the math and begin to realize there’s no reason to do it yourself. Personal pride doesn’t even get in the way. As an added bonus, you’re gainfully employing someone at (or likely above the market rate). So you’re actually doing the right thing.
As a realistic person, I knew there was no way, upon moving back to the US, that it would be economically feasible to pay someone to do my laundry. It’s about expectations. I wasn’t expecting it, so it doesn’t really bother me. It doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want to do it; however, I recognize that I HAVE to do it, so it’s not really even worth arguing. Though if someone wants to come by and do my laundry for a couple bucks a week, the offer is on the table.
One of the creature comforts I missed while in India related to laundry was a dryer. Clothes dried the old-fashioned way, on drying racks. Now that we have a dryer, I inexplicably miss the crusted air-dried feel that my clothes had for two years in India. I never thought my clothes would feel “too soft” but here I am saying you know what, a dryer might not be all that necessary (that is, of course, when you have someone that takes the clothes from the washer, transfers to a rack, and ultimately dutifully folds as appropriate.
Another aspect of laundry that I thought I’d better appreciate upon returning was a washing machine that could fit more than two pair of jeans. Part of the move to Orlando involved procuring a new washer and dryer. We now have 4.7 cubic feet of washing bliss. The issue is, we’re so used to doing small loads that we never come anywhere near filling it unless there are towels involved. I tend to wash towels just to fill up loads. Probably not the most environmentally friendly approach.
As working professionals, we still enlist the services of a drycleaner. In India, we were constantly annoyed by the length of time it took to get clothes back, which routinely topped a week. Surprisingly, in Orlando, the wait isn’t that much lower. Three or four days is not uncommon. Also surprisingly, the sheer number of dry cleaners is vastly lower than expected. There’s seemingly a nail shop (or two) in every strip mall; however, I’ve found a grand total of two dry cleaners that are in any way convenient to our daily lives. I recognize, at least at my office, that the dress code is somewhat more informal here than it was in the Chicago area; however, do people not get clothes dry cleaned here? I’m not in the market for starting a business, but drycleaners seem to be in Orlando what good Mexican restaurants are in India, seemingly good entrepreneurial ventures.
At the end of the day, there’s not too much to complain about. My whites now stay white. My clothes smell like dryer sheets (we made the mistake of taking a huge box of dryer sheets to India which were rendered useless until I realized you could put them in your closet and drawers). My clothes can’t stand up on their own. I guess in the time it took to write this, the nostalgic longing for crusted clothes already subsided.
In fact, I’d wager there aren’t many middle class Americans out there that, given the opportunity, wouldn’t pay someone what I paid someone to do the laundry while I was in India. How much was it? I can’t say exactly as it was clubbed (that’s the Indian way to say “combined”, it has nothing to do with baby seals) as an add-on service provided by our cook. Regardless, you start to do the math and begin to realize there’s no reason to do it yourself. Personal pride doesn’t even get in the way. As an added bonus, you’re gainfully employing someone at (or likely above the market rate). So you’re actually doing the right thing.
As a realistic person, I knew there was no way, upon moving back to the US, that it would be economically feasible to pay someone to do my laundry. It’s about expectations. I wasn’t expecting it, so it doesn’t really bother me. It doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want to do it; however, I recognize that I HAVE to do it, so it’s not really even worth arguing. Though if someone wants to come by and do my laundry for a couple bucks a week, the offer is on the table.
One of the creature comforts I missed while in India related to laundry was a dryer. Clothes dried the old-fashioned way, on drying racks. Now that we have a dryer, I inexplicably miss the crusted air-dried feel that my clothes had for two years in India. I never thought my clothes would feel “too soft” but here I am saying you know what, a dryer might not be all that necessary (that is, of course, when you have someone that takes the clothes from the washer, transfers to a rack, and ultimately dutifully folds as appropriate.
Another aspect of laundry that I thought I’d better appreciate upon returning was a washing machine that could fit more than two pair of jeans. Part of the move to Orlando involved procuring a new washer and dryer. We now have 4.7 cubic feet of washing bliss. The issue is, we’re so used to doing small loads that we never come anywhere near filling it unless there are towels involved. I tend to wash towels just to fill up loads. Probably not the most environmentally friendly approach.
As working professionals, we still enlist the services of a drycleaner. In India, we were constantly annoyed by the length of time it took to get clothes back, which routinely topped a week. Surprisingly, in Orlando, the wait isn’t that much lower. Three or four days is not uncommon. Also surprisingly, the sheer number of dry cleaners is vastly lower than expected. There’s seemingly a nail shop (or two) in every strip mall; however, I’ve found a grand total of two dry cleaners that are in any way convenient to our daily lives. I recognize, at least at my office, that the dress code is somewhat more informal here than it was in the Chicago area; however, do people not get clothes dry cleaned here? I’m not in the market for starting a business, but drycleaners seem to be in Orlando what good Mexican restaurants are in India, seemingly good entrepreneurial ventures.
At the end of the day, there’s not too much to complain about. My whites now stay white. My clothes smell like dryer sheets (we made the mistake of taking a huge box of dryer sheets to India which were rendered useless until I realized you could put them in your closet and drawers). My clothes can’t stand up on their own. I guess in the time it took to write this, the nostalgic longing for crusted clothes already subsided.
Classic!
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