The smell of home
My mom sent me a shirt of hers (monkey-covered) that I had coveted the last time she was here (thanks, mom!). After dinner tonight, I put it on, and I was unexpecedly stunned by the smell of home.
I didn't know there was a smell that I associated with home, but apparently there is. Mom must use a different washing powder or fabric softener than me, but that must be what smells like home to me. Even now, as I type, I can smell it, and it's just ... home.
Weird. I keep sniffing my sleeve (much to Jeff's disturbance :), but it's nice to kinda be home. I hadn't realized I missed it.
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posted by Jessica at 7:31 PM
1 Comments:
I do the same thing...sniffing the clothes.....every time that I return to Belgium from the US after visiting, my clothes always retain that unique 'home' smell!
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