For Yang
I’ve been thinking about my sister a lot lately. The other day I was getting something out of one of the little plastic drawers in my craft closet and the combination of all the smells hit me and I was immediately transported back to my Lookout Pointe apartment I shared with my sister. It nearly knocked me down. I was so depressed and I thought to myself, “I have to get back to Utah!” Well, I know that even if I go back to Utah my sister, our apartment, and all the smells that made up our apartment won’t be there. Why smells can evoke such strong emotions and are tied to memories so completely is beyond me, but it sure does suck to smell a life that you can never have back.
September 15th, 2008 at 3:37 pm
I don’t think anyone reads this blog since you started the other one. I know what you mean about smells, though. Can I say horses, hay, and grain? I actually cleaned out Yang’s rollie thing. I found a BUNCH of stuff in the bottom drawer from when she was in the R.S. Pres. in one of her student wards. It was totally organized. Even had an envelope labeled “Clip Art” with her darling printing on it.