Colorado usually is a really dry place. Most people are actually surprised to find out that we’re a high-terrain desert. Today though, we’re extremely humid and I feel like I’ve been transported back east. I walked into my office this morning and was overwhelmed with the humidity – it feels like those triple h days we had during the summer growing up – hazy, hot and humid.
But what reminds me even more of that is the smell in my building. You know those comfort smells that even though they may not be appealing, they remind you of the simpler times? One for me, as disgusting as it sounds, is stale cigarette smoke in a house. I don’t like it, by any means, but it reminds me of going to my grandparent’s house growing up. When my grandfather was alive, he and my grandmother both smoked (she’s been smoke free for a year now! Way to go Memmaw!!!) in the house and it always just had that smell that would give you headaches and make you smell until you showered and changed. But, even though it’s only for a second, I’ll take that smell and reminisce about all those times growing up. Another is pipe smoke… my other grandfather smoked pipes until his health started going downhill. I can still see him sitting on his back porch.
The smell today, though, is of musty books and carpet. It reminds me of the times when I’d go over to the high school where my mom worked (and still does) after hours. I can’t even describe it, but I know it’s a combination of paper and carpet and humidity. Sometimes she’d even smell like it when she came home. I don’t know why I smell it here and haven’t smelled it anywhere else, but it’s made today so much better than yesterday. Maybe it’s a combination of all of the old papers and textbooks that are here, maybe it’s because my parents are coming out tomorrow and I’m really excited about it… but whatever it is, I sure hope that I smell it again so I can be, if only for a minute, transported back to a time when I looked like this:
and things were much simpler.