It is crazy to me how even a certain scent can take you back to another place and time in your life. Just the smell, and you I remember what it felt like to be standing there in that bathroom upstairs, right next to my bedroom, just out of the shower and getting ready for the day. I was probably straightening my hair because with no humidity in California, I could do that, and I had to do that every day because my hair was so short that I probably looked like a poodle when it was curly. I still miss most of those days. I don't even know if I could change certain things that happened that summer because I might not have ever broke out of my shell if I had not gone over there, or even if I had left earlier than I did. I might not be who I am now, or be where I'm at now. And I can't see me without my Hardy boys.
The scent that will always take me back: BBW Japanese Cherry Blossom
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