Sniff, Sniff

Having a computer the last few days has been therapy to my soul. Not for the contact with home, but for the opportunity to play music I know. My mp3 player stopped working correctly on the way here. I discovered though that I could still load the files onto a computer. I’ve been able to listen to my favorite songs. All of the tunes I brought for this trip are ones that evoke memories of some kind. I knew that at some point I would the songs that have gotten me through the last year or so. It not just the music either, but also the movement I’ve been able to put with it. I didn’t realize how much I miss the sounds of home. I miss those little things…sounds that are familiar, being able to listen to the news in a language you understand, understanding the conversation that goes on around you, and almost the most important – smells. I miss the smells of home. Certain smells are more powerful than any words. Smelling Jeremy’s cologne or my favorite perfume, neither of which I brought with me, is more comforting that almost anything. I’d almost give a finger to be able to smell those things. It is such a comfort to be able to recognize something that is yours. It’s like snuggling into your favorite duvet and taking a deep breath. It smells like you, your home, your favorite meals, and your laundry soap. I love some of the smells of Tanzania, but I haven’t found anything yet that compares to the smells of home.