Smell

They say the sense of smell is the sense most linked with memory. I believe it. I'm bombarded countless times a day with memories associated with certain smells with which I come into contact. I buried my face in an old quilt last night that smells just like my grandparent's log house. A house I haven't stepped inside of in years. They are both gone now, but the smell on that quilt links me to them like nothing else can. There is a rarely experienced smell that is a mixture of exhaust and I don't know what else that transports me back a decade to when I walked all over the streets of London and started dating Cody during our semester abroad. It's a city smell. I can't describe it, but I can smell it in my mind. Our house has a smell that was strong to me when we first moved in. Now I can only smell it when we've been away for a few days. But when we walk back in- that familiar smell hits me so strongly. I think back to when we first found this house and how we fell in love with it. I'm thankful for all the little "smell links" woven into my life.