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You know you're an adult when you get excited about brand-new appliances. In my case, I was washing all day and drying with my brand-new washer and dryer.

My couch was full of clothes and I was grinning from ear to ear even though now I had to put everything up. But I felt proud. I felt super f*cking proud of finally not having to take all of my stuff to the Laundromat. At the apartment, we had to use a communal laundromat and it sucked having to lug laundry down the stairs.

Now I had the luxury of having them in the same house and they were beautiful.

I sat on my couch and began folding everything with a pile of hangers sitting next to me on the couch. I had a pile of jeans, neatly folded on the corner, a pile of my period panties, a pile of work panties, a pile of bras, my t-shirts were hanging over the edge of the couch with hangers on them, and shorts in a pile on the floor right next to my feet.

I hadn't done this much laundry in so long and