Smelling memories
Obviously I’m back from Cleveland. It was a fun trip.
Sorry I didn’t have a real post here yesterday but I was busy working on all of the catch up stuff. And you know what? I think I’m finished.
I actually think I’m caught up!
It’s a very disconcerting feeling, one I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. The stuff I have to do for the rest of the week is totally manageable. I should actually have EXTRA time to write, not have to fit it in between other things.
Isn’t that weird?
Anyway, while we were in Cleveland exploring our old stoming grounds, we managed to sneak into our old dorm (okay, it wasn’t really sneaking, we walked right in - obviously security hasn’t increased since we lived there years ago)!
We were able to peek into both of our old rooms and explore some of the common areas. But, the most interesting part was walking into the stairwell. The stairs smelled excactly as I remembered them!
And all of a sudden, with the musty grossness, memories started flooding back!
What smells tend to spark your memories (and hopefully they’re a bit more plesent smelling than “college dorm stair smell”)?
April 25th, 2006 at 5:19 pm
My first grade teacher’s perfume always draws me back to that classroom. I really liked the class!
Glad you made it home safe and there was no wedding trauma!