Ode to my blowdryer

I just wanted to give some blog space to possibly the best purchase I ever made: my blowdryer (or föhn, as well call them here).

I bought it in Brussels in February 2006. I used it throughout my internship/undercover assignment in the capital of Europe and also my illfated sojourn in Maastricht. Due to the differences in electrical systems, when I returned to the US the blowdryer was assigned an ignominious place under my sink in Ghetto Park for nearly 2 years.

When I was heading to Berlin last July, I figured it wouldn't work anymore, but, what the heck, I'd take it along and try. Sure enough, the blowdryer was fully functional and I've been using it ever since.

As I'm writing, I'm realizing how silly this post is. But I think I'll publish it anyway. I'm sure you can all relate. It's funny the way inanimate objects can gladden your heart.