Nostalgia/Comfort - part 1

I like the way I sometimes feel the past. Not that I miss it, but sometimes it feels really comforting to smell something or to be in a situation that brings old memories. This morning, for example, I opened the cupboard plastic bag compartment and I exhaled the smell of fresh clean clothes being ironed. We also keep the iron and some ironing enhancement liquid (well, I don't iron, but my roommate does and cares about this stuff) there. And I was sudddenly taken back to when I was 4 or 5 years old and used to spend time with granny. Back then, my grandparents lived in a very big house, with a big backyard and a place for parties and barbecues and a room for storing stuff (she sold the house and moved to the apartment we sold now when grandad died). She used to iron there and the smell was just the same. It might look like it means nothing but I really think we are made of this stuff, of this smelly memories that bring comfort and make you miss somethin

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