Lately, I’ve been going down memory road as I ride my bike to work.
Why?
There’s a row of houses that have many flowers in front of their houses. And these flowers are flowers that are either at my parent’s home or my hometown.
Like…the flowers that I’d always pass when I’d walk to church with my parents. They have a very strong…honey (?) smell and so whenever I smell them, I immediately see the flowers in my head and then I feel like I’m going to church. Haha. (But then I realized I’m not home and am riding my bike and should be careful about the car coming up behind me)
Then I pass a house that has many roses. Since my mom loves roses, she usually has some about the house.
It’s a never-fail effect:
I smell roses -> Mom pops into my head.
(But then a car crossing in front of me quickly bursts that thought-bubble)
What I found surprising was that instead of making me homesick it just made “home” that much more of a special place.
:)
