Stowaway

Well I have all my things from my apartment in my bedroom now. It's kind of a disaster right now. I just need to find a day when I can buckle down and organize everything.

I have unpacked a few things, like my clothes, and found that I'd brought home a stowaway in the process. Unfortunately, this stowaway isn't a welcome guest anywhere and I was less than happy to find it had followed me home.

This stowaway is a smell. It is a very distasteful smell that emerged in my apartment about a week or so before I left. This smell originated in our refrigerator and baffled us because it smelled strongly of old fish and we didn't have any fish in our fridge. We cleaned the fridge three times and even gave it a bleach bath, but the smell remained. Some of us in the apartment began losing our appetite and I joked about us joining the stinky fridge diet (because we would open the fridge and immediately lose any appetite we had).

One day Michael cooked the fish she had stored in the freezer. The same smell that had been in living in our fridge was released into the apartment and nothing we did was able to exterminate it. We opened the windows, diffused lemon oil, used Fabreze. . . And yet the smell remained. It did begin to dissipate a little bit the day I left. I was grateful that I would be moving out and away from the smell.

Imagine my disappointment when I discovered that the smell had taken a liking to my clothing and infused my clothes with its essence. Stowaways aren't always a good thing, you know. I'm just hoping that my clothes will air out. . . Fish happens to be one of my least favorite smells.