connections through laundry

Ok first off let me apologize to everyone. It's been a long time. School and work has kept me way too busy and I am sure that at some point everyone experiences these things. I have not abandoned this blog, in fact I have been making little notes in my notebooks about things I want to write about. And there are many things that I want to write but I will start with just this one. The only reason that I have found time recently is because of a snow day. My university classes have been cancelled for the day so I was able to catch up on many things in life including laundry and cleaning. Thats actually the reason for this post. I will start by mentioning that recently I have been very stressed out, with work, school, friends, parents, drama, girls, money, rent and many many other things. And having finally had this one day to sleep (that doesn't happen very often), I have been able to rest and think about everything thats going on. I cleaned my room, did the dishes and even managed to do my laundry and I discovered a strange feeling. Doing daily chores is somehow an amazing stress reliever. I can't begin to tell you how happy I felt when I made it to the laundromat on time and sat there while my clothes were washing. And the feeling that I got when I discovered that underneath all my clothes there was a floor, and under all the dishes there was a sink. Washing the dishes is one of my favorite things to do, there is no thinking involved, you just put your headphones in your ear and wash, its like a break for my mind. So I started to think about this strange feeling I was having as I stood outside the laundromat, it was something very similar to nostalgia. But I couldn't understand what I was feeling nostalgic about but rather it made me think about this chore that is so mundane and it made me feel like I was living a normal good life. What in the world is a normal good life? I don't have an answer to that but apparently it involves clean clothes, laundry and washing dishes. I think it might have been this weird sense of unity. The fact that everyone in the world has to clean and do laundry, its something that seems to be a factor in everyones life and maybe that is what is so therapeutic about it. The fact that globally this ties people together. Cleaning is a common language, no matter what country you go to, and no matter what language you speak, you do laundry, you clean. I have a goal in life which is to connect everyone in the world without sacrificing identity. How do you find a common language, and this seems to be one of them. This simple act of washing your clothes is a miracle, a miracle because it is something that truly unites the world. It doesn't matter if you are jewish, catholic, muslim, buddhist, its irrelevant whether you are black or kkk, whether you are from north korea or south korea, australia or the us, cuban or venezuelan at the end of the day we all do the same thing, and we can all wash our dishes and our clothes, and that makes me smile. I love cleaning, and I love standing outside of the laundromat wondering who else in the world is washing their clothes too.....   :)