At my Oma & Opa's house, the kitchen is right next to, and open to the family room. Often, my Oma would load the dishwasher and then set it to run right before going to bed. This would often drive me a little crazy because I would on occasionally stay up after they went to bed. I would try to watch TV in the family room, with the volume turned down given the late hour, which made it rather challenging to hear the TV over the rather loud dishwasher. And yet, the noise of the dishwasher often also had a calming affect on me.
When I moved into my apartment in Philly last Summer, I was very excited to have a dishwasher for the first time in 5 years. I must say, I've been less than pleased with its paltry cleaning ability. I have to scrub my dishes pretty clean before running them through the dishwasher, which really just serves as a glorified sanitizer. And the thing is fairly noisy, too. But nevertheless, I find myself typically running it right before I go to bed, and I frequently leave my bedroom door open so that I can hear it run. There's something about the sound of it running as I try to drift into sleep that is strangely soothing. It makes me miss my grandparents, but it also makes my apartment feel a little more like home. Whatever that is.
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