I travel for my job. I work in mental health and a lot of times the only part of those two words, mental and health, that I deal with is the mental part. I work with duel diagnosed individuals, that can mean borderline personality disorder along with addiction, bi-polar, etc etc. A typical or not so typical gig depending on how you look at it is, I come into my client's home, live with them 24/7 and help them get theirs lives back. Sometimes they are compliant, sometimes they are a nightmare, sometimes I want to flip my lid. I am a Sober Companion/Sober Coach or the newest name is Recovery Companion/RecoveryCoach. I can be gone for two weeks or as long as three months. I said all that to say this:
Since I'm not really living my own life I'm living their's, because I'm living out of a suitcase not at home and without my collection, I think I buy more fragrances when I'm traveling. I've been away from my home in Los Angeles, five mins away from Scent Bar for 12 days and have spent a total of $600, but what's sick is I have a few more I'm about to buy too. I work in treatment and look at how MY addiction is manifesting. My only defense is...well, my only excuse is, I think it's worse because I'm traveling.
Thus, my awakening.