I have a problem. Despite the fact that I live in a very beautiful, four thousand square foot architecturally-design home in Los Angeles, I spend an inordinate amount of my time occupying only sixty square feet of that home. Those sixty feet happen to be my sanctuary, my place of energy, my moment of zen, my laboratory, or what others might simply call their bathroom.
I spend an inordinate amount of my time occupying only sixty square feet of that home.
My obsession with the bathroom took on a whole new level of weirdness when I started blossoming into a teenager in New Zealand.