Am I crazy, or do you too remember the smell of home?
I'm sure I do. In my mind, home smells like apple cinnamon and linens. No, it doesn't actually smell that way. I suppose that is the romanticised version, the two scents I remember most from my childhood. My mom used to make apple cinnamon ornaments several times a year...fragrant apple and snowmen shapes lined a shelf next to the telephone in the kitchen. My bedroom was steps away from the linen closet, which was a mix of cedar and sunshine. My dad was nutso for line-dried laundry...my mother hated it because it left her jeans crunchy (I agree).
Now, twenty years later I know my parent's home smells differently. It smells of new furniture, fresh paint and dishsoap. But me? I'll always remember apples and linens.