In England, it was outside...so when it was pouring rain, which is was most of the time, the newly dryed clothes got soaking wet while bringing them in.
In Manhatten, it was in the basement of the building where we were staying on the 18th floor .
In Long Island, it was the neighborhood dry cleaners.
In Florida, it was outside, down the walk, in a communal laundry room.
So, today, as I do loads of laundry, I am so grateful to have a laundry room on the main floor, inside my home, close to the kitchen and bedroom, where most of the laundry originates.
Such a blessing. I feel spoiled.