BUBBLE BATH THERAPY.

My apartment fell through. It was already taken a day in. So, I wait. There is one left, but the bathroom was straight out of a murder scene and the kitchen beckoned nightmares from the 60’s. I assumed they were brand new. To be honest, I felt a bit rushed. I was not 100% sold on either one as it was in a lonely building that stood alone in an even lonelier town. I would have been severely isolated. And that isn’t good for a woman just out of a psych ward, I assure you.

Somedays, at the end of the day, you just have to hang up your big girl panties, get in the bubbles and soak, while you remind yourself that you gave it your best shot. We will try on a new pair on tomorrow and see what the day will bring. Now I turn my attention to Apple bubbles and tea tree oil scrubs.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Iggy says:

    I’m a firm believer in the power of bubble magic. 🙂

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