Solace, solitude and the multitudes inside of me

We got a new washing machine. Our old one was not letting in water unless we kicked it in the side, and we weren’t sure how long more it could last since it was already hitting the nine-year mark. Plus we’d already fixed a faulty door lock somewhat recently with what turned out to be a rather shady repair service. So we measured our old machine, went down on a weekend to a large furniture and…