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A bit odd of a topic but there are some that make you feel right at home. Let me think.
Somewhat rural Utah in the morning, before all the dew has gone. It’s sweet, it’s before the air gets stale and hot. It’s a nice reminder that every day is a brand new day. The dry, hot air from the night before is gone for just a little bit, enough for us to take a deep breath.
Campfire. It puts me back at camp, the one I went to for 11 years or so. Simplicity, because we’d have a cookout or a campfire and we really only showered about 3 times a week (looking back, gross, but also, sleep), so we’d crawl into bed still smelling like it even though we changed clothes. It was home for me in the summers.
Sesame oil. It smells like home. It smells like the dipping sauce for the dumplings that dad would purposely make not as salty as they could be because the soy sauce would add some salty flavor. It smells like the food I grew up eating and still love, but that I can’t seem to replicate. And it’s sort of like I don’t want to because then I’ll ruin it, because that’s how good it is.
A sporting goods store. Ahh yes, that synthetic, rubber-y, chemical-y smell. The idea of possibility. The knowledge that the store will be taking a lot of your money. It’s really the stupid sales rack that gets you. I tend to walk by random things and wonder if they’re good for rehab, and that’s where they get me. I’m a lost cause in a sports store.
