It took a while for us to figure things out, though.
When we first moved to New York City so he could earn his degree, we lived in a very small apartment in Bay Ridge, an “affordable” (a relative term, no doubt) neighborhood in Brooklyn that was about a 90-minute combined walking and subway commute from my job in mid-town Manhattan.
Half of my very modest take-home pay went to pay the rent, so our budget was tight, tight, tight. We learned to cut expenses wherever we could. And one place we did that was with our laundry.