weekly appointment

it can be a poker game with friends or drinking session with old college buddies. up until i got married, my weekly appointment was a visit to the salon. i'd always find something done. a haircut, manicure, pedicure, eyebrow threading, highlights... and the list goes on. VANITY. it was all about me, me me... i always leave the salon feeling so good about myself. [insert music: i feel pretty from "west side story"] shallow? perhaps... basing my happiness on such superficial treatments. i'm not a very deep person i guess, hence the title of my blog, a young soul.

suddenly, the world has turned. well, my world at least. what happened? i got married! i'm not complaining, i extremely love my husband marky. but a lot of things had to change after we exchanged "i dos". i had to leave good ol' manila (my loving family, friends, my pet stimpy, my hairstylist jenny, again, the list goes on...) and move to california. here, going to the salon weekly could cost an arm and a leg (for someone who is currently unemployed at least). at the moment, i just can't afford that luxury.

now, my weekly appointment is at the laundry room of our apartment complex. [insert music: theme song from "psycho"] totally unfamiliar territory. first time i went there by myself, i was on the phone with marky walking me through the whole process. i usually have 2 loads of laundry. colored and whites. 9 quarters per load (5 for the washer, 4 for the dryer). that's 18 quarters, $4.50. it's totally unglamorous and leaves me with extremely dry hands. yes, i pay 4 dollars and 50 cents a week to get my hands dry. oh yeah, and to wash our clothes. folding? UGH!! does anyone know someone who actually enjoys this? ironing you ask? i don't even bother. hayy... domestic issues i never thought i'd be bothered with. yet, despite that helpless feeling i get while doing this chore, i leave the laundry room with such an uplifted spirit. not beautiful, but still a good feeling nonetheless.