The sun excels at exposing imperfections. Enlarged pores, cellulite, dust bunnies. At The Tides in South Beach, Miami there is no room for forgiveness or vampires because all rooms have glorious Atlantic Ocean views along with sunshine for most of the day. This made room inspection easier for me. I am delighted to report I found no dimpling on the sofa cushions, hares or hairs in the closet or lint in my belly button. May I suggest we worship The Housekeeping Department at The Tides instead of The Sun? Yes, The Sun does provide you with Vitamin D, but it will not expertly change your bed linens.Hit.
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.
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