You know what's not good?
When you're trying a new laundry detergent and realize it's the same one an ex used. And that all your clothes now smell like him.
There's nothing that takes me back to a time and place like a smell. Close your eyes and drift off, imagining you're somewhere else. Back in the happy place the memories created. Smells and voices, my two big weaknesses.
But this time I'd rather not go.
This time I want the smell to be just a smell. Not a memory.
It's time to try an entirely new brand, I think.