After my facial at Deva Spa I felt revitalized. This is an absolute compliment to both Deva staff and space. Do you have a room to rent, I wonder as I meditate in front of the waterfall wall? After 2.5 hours, I feel relaxed enough to go on with Sublet Hunting For My Son In New York On A Budget. Not relaxed enough to accept smells I could not identify. Not relaxed enough to be open to unadvertised pets. And not relaxed enough to spend $5,0000 plus a month. To be honest, my son was completely open to sleeping on a stranger's couch which is a popular option at Couch Surfing. So I did what only a self-respecting Hygiene Hunter could do and I tasked my husband with providing me a shortlist of rental properties I would be willing to consider. I waited for him at Caravan of Dreams in the East Village listening to the piano man and drinking a coconut shake.
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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