…the condo, actually.
It felt refreshing. I got rid of the sheets, trash outside, empty wine bottles, untouched trash bins, and everything else that reminded me of how that place served as my refuge. For three years.
So many firsts, lasts, happy times, and what-nots there. To a writer, it was some sort of “Belle Isle” to me. When the world became too much to handle, I’d go there. That place saw more colors that I had than the rainbow.
So yes, it was about time that I got rid of the memories. Where I studied my LSAT books, finals, first law school codals, and so much more. Obviously, I can’t tell how much I did there. But it was a lot. And so I had to clean a lot.
I didn’t know that soul searching meant cleaning up a penthouse for a whole day.