I NEVER THOUGHT A DISHWASHER WOULD MAKE ME SO HAPPY. WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, I ABSOLUTELY HATED LOADING AND UNLOADING THE DISHWASHER. ODDLY ENOUGH, I CAN’T REMEMBER EXACTLY WHY I HATED BEING ON DISHWASHER DUTY. I JUST DIDN’T ENJOY RINSING AND LOADING A MOUNTAIN OF DIRTY DISHES, POTS, AND PANS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.

SO, WHEN I VENTURED OUT ON MY OWN, I HAD NO ISSUE WASHING DISHES BY HAND — IT WAS KIND OF RELAXING. ALSO, I DISCOVERED A NEW PET PEEVE: A STACK OF DIRTY DISHES IN THE SINK. TO ME, THE DISHES ARE JUST SCREAMING TO BE EITHER LOADED INTO THE DISHWATER OR CLEANED AND SET IN THE DRYING RACK. A CLEAN AND EMPTY SINK MAKES ME SO HAPPY.

DURING OUR APARTMENT SEARCH, CHARLIE EMPHASIZED THE IMPORTANCE OF A DISHWASHER AND I CAMPAIGNED VIGOROUSLY FOR A WASHER AND DRYER. I’M INCREDIBLY GRATEFUL TO LIVE IN A PLACE WHERE BOTH OF OUR WISHES CAME TRUE, BUT I TRULY APPRECIATE THE DISHWASHER (NO MATTER HOW OLD AND SIMPLE IT IS) FOR MAKING MY LIFE A LITTLER BIT EASIER.