“IT’S really raining out there,” my roommate quipped while we were watching television the other night.
A split second later, our eyes met in a shared a look of terror and we sprinted to the bedroom that has the window with the clothes drying rack outside of it.
Our perfected routine began in earnest as he pulled the clothes in, threw them to me, and I arranged them around the house, hanging them from chairs, door handles and shower curtain rods.
Living without a clothes dryer has been a non-issue most of my time here. I didn’t miss it until winter started which meant hanging clothes outside was no longer an option due to the rain and hanging them inside meant waiting two or three days for them to dry.
The environmentalist in me is smug knowing my little victory is saving a lot of electricity and teaching me valuable life lessons about what I really “need.”
The sentimental side is also pretty happy – it’s so picturesque and small town-ish seeing clothes drying outside of windows even in the center of town. Part of me loves sharing in that experience.
Sometimes, though, leaving your clothes outside on a day that was clear until the sun went down then silently changes to an evening of rain, wind and hail, makes me homesick for the extravagance of a clothes dryer.
My best option seems to be drying all my clothes inside the apartment until May.