Smells like Sunshine

Remember what I said:
There is no shortcut to a dream.
It's all blood and sweat and life is
what you manage in between.


Your house has a smell, whether you know it or not.
I didn't know it until late this summer when I returned home from Cheyenne. But I am absolutely in love with it.
Our house doesn't smell like detergent, or a topical breeze. But if I had to put a name on it it would smell something like air conditioning and sunshine.

Being away from home hasn't made me realize that I've missed it. And I'm not sad about leaving. But I appreciate being here so much more then I ever thought I would. There is something wonderful about opening the fridge and finding actual food in there. Small things, like tape, or a pair of scissors, clippers, or a spare tube of toothpaste when you need it most, were taken for granted in my summer apartment five hours away. Walking outside on green grass, seeing lighting bugs, and blasting music without worrying about the people who live down the hall were also small blessings I missed the most.

Home has been good for me.


Personal Note:

It's strange to say that being home has felt wonderful, but it has.
More people are moving away, and I'll be leaving soon too, but this time I know what I'm doing.
So very excited about college starting back up. Mom even bought me school supplies this year. She's buying a new car today. Oh, and I got to spend some time with a past lover this week. He stayed an extra day so we could say goodbye to each other. How sweet. I hope we stay friends forever.