Over the last decade, I've been lucky enough to rent successively nicer, fancier apartments—by New York City standards, at least. Now my living room has a window (!), my stove runs on gas (!!), and my building even has a washer/dryer unit in the basement (!!!)*. But the one thing I have yet to find (or afford) is my holy grail of small-apartment living: a dishwasher.
* Though let's be real...my stove—and my fridge, for that matter—is half the size of a standard one, and the washer/dryer setup has been out of commission for months. But man, that window would be great if it got more than a couple of hours of sunlight each day.
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