The Smell of Home

Ugly jacket (not mine)

I've been living in Israel for two months so far, working on an MA degree. It got chilly tonight, so I pulled out an old plaid jacket which usually stays stuffed in the back of my closet. It's ugly, but incredibly warm - a redeeming quality for some jackets as well as some people.

It hadn't been worn since it was washed two months ago in Toronto, and the second I put it on, I could smell home. It still had the scent of the detergent I used back in Toronto, and I was struck by a wall of thoughts and memories which took me back to the family and friends I left behind.