It has been 11 days since I walked into the house.
The house, once empty, is now filled with little things that I have brought into it. Walking into the house the front hallway greets me with a view of three rooms: the bathroom, the kitchen, and the living room. Their doors stand open in their places, held by rubber wedges. In the bathroom there is a rusted metal shelf fastened to the wall of the shower. On the second of three shelves sits a body wash, shampoo and conditioner. On the windowsill a cup is placed with tooth brushes. Next to the cup sits the toiletries. The feel of familiarity has not dawned itself upon the place. It smells of new and unused. Not a home, a house.
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