I think in my intentions to make this a diary-like record all about my time in England, studying abroad, I forgot who I was. I mean, I forgot in the way that I neglected my habit of
not being a narrow-minded, focused individual who would get here and do nothing but be wide-eyed, drinking in English culture. I have been that, of course, but being here, as most experiences do in my life, has opened my mind up wider, pushing borders further and further into nonexistence. By coming here, I don't feel like I just moved to Manchester, England; I feel like I moved into the rest of the world. The world has always been big and full of possibilities but I don't think I've ever made so many plans for the future as I have since I arrived. My own world feels so small and inexperienced. I'm so impatient waiting till I can BUST A MOVE.
Right.
memory smell #8:Any and all Herbal Essences products. I just spent five minutes sniffing my curl gel thing because it smells like home. It smells like aftershowers, wet hair and cool breezes, wafting down the corridor. Some of the shampoo and conditioner scents can even evoke specific seasons -- the blue one feels like winter, for example.
Have you discovered any memory smells lately?
currently reading: Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
shake that flavours shaken: 6
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