A funny thing happened at the laundrymat

The stuff that occurs to me is pretty random. Right now I am siting in a laundry mat waiting for my three loads to dry. When I walked in I was completely lost as to how to deal with coin machines and where to get change and those big rolling baskets. I figured it out but it is one of those things that tells me that I don't belong here. I'm not in my natural element and it shows.

At the beginning of April we are moving to a building in a much better part of town and it has an in house laundry room along with a social room so that you don't have to just watch your clothes circle about and a gym in case you want to sneak in a workout. That is more my element. I am very much a creature of comfort and a certain amount of privelege.

This move has been eye opening to me because I discovered I am stronger than I thought I was. I dealt with living in a no tell motel for a bit as well as several nights in the car hoping the gas didn't run out. And now i'm staying in the "hood". Granted the Canadian hood isn't quite like the hood in the states particularly one in a city this size but still it isn't the burbs which is where I have always been. I not only survived but I found humor in our situation at times when things looked pretty bleak and I was able to reassure Das that we were simply in a downturn but we would get out of it soon. My joke to him was that we are simply living the modern day equivalent of his gypsy ancestors.

I can't say that I would be running to the front of the line to repeat any of these experienced but I am glad for the time that showed me that though I am a princess who gets befuddled at laundry mats I am also a kick ass strong woman who doesn't break under pressure. There may be some hastily patched cracks though.