29 March 2011 - Houston, TX
I was packing up to move again when the bottle of dish washing detergent on my sink reminded me of six months ago when I moved into my Houston apartment. The massive cleaning supplies aisle at Target offered endless quantities of enormous containers of every soap under the sun. I opted for the smallest bottle of dishwashing liquid and wondered which would last longer – the bottle of soap or my time at this destination. It is a ritual I’d gone through in Phuket, Beirut and even London before that. Those tiny bottles were part of my culture shock in London where city dwellers have no other option for size. Stores there are small, shelf space is smaller and you can only take home what will fit into small grocery bags for the mile walk home from the tube station. But everything’s big in Texas so the little bottle is a huge reminder that I’m still in transition.
This time the bottle won. I’m running out before it does.