Thanks to the nearly six hours it took me to clean and remove the last of my items from the apartment, I'm now wearing the distinct perfume of bleach. It seems to follow me everywhere - like a reminder that my home is no longer my home. That my neighbors are no longer my neighbors. That this whole crazy dream of quitting my job and running off in my car is actually happening. I expected to have conflicted feelings in my last days here, which I do... I just didn't expect them to smell. But I know as the odor fades I'll actually miss it, as it's the final reminder of the home I had to leave to make this crazy dream a reality.
Who expected 'eau de bleach' to be so powerful?
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