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smells

When I was growing up, the house I lived in had an attic fan. My maternal grandparents also had one. Now I live in a home with an attic fan. It’s on right now. The sound of it, the feel of the air rushing in the windows, bringing in cool, fresh, evening air, reminds me of my childhood. I can hear the outside noises.. owls hooting, insects (not sure if they’re cicadas or locusts or what) in the trees.

This house has a small shed in the back that has a tin roof. When it rains, the sound of the rain plinking down on that roof takes me back to sleeping in Meema and Grandad’s back bedroom (we called it the WAY BACK) on rainy nights. I can hear it from my bedroom. I love the sound of rain on a tin roof. I should probably record that sound & play it when I’m feeling stressed.

Sounds and smells are such powerful transporters. Certain smells still take me back to places I’d thought were forgotten. My sister & I were looking at houses a few weeks ago and one of the homes had a smell in one of the bedrooms that reminded me of my grandparents’ house. I didn’t like the house or want to live there, but the smell in that one room…. even the closet was like Meema & Grandad’s closets, made of the same type of wood, same sliding doors.

Once I almost bought a used car because it smelled like my parents’ house. Isn’t that strange? I went back to that car over & over just to sit in it b/c of the smell. I had moved 9 hours away and was more homesick than I realized before sitting in that car.

I wonder if my home has a particular smell. I’m sure it does, although I have no idea what it is. I don’t smell Mom & Dad’s house now when I walk into it, since I’m over there for a while on most days.. but when I first moved back, I could smell it. I’ve never been able to pinpoint the smell of Mom & Dad’s house.. I’m sure it’s the cleaning products they use or something like that. It’s always the same, though. Comforting. The smell of home.

When I come home after being on vacation or away for a weekend, I try to see if my house smells like anything.. but I never can smell it. I’ve even asked my sisters if my house smells like anything.. they say it smells like “my house.” Duh. 🙂 What else?

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