My boxes arrived today. With that, my life for that short while, carefully packed in the tiny cardboard walls are delivered. No more in-betweens. Between there and here. My returning home
As I was unpacking, I stopped to smell; the clothes that I'd washed, the shoes unworn, the books and anything I felt like. They didn't particularly smell of the combination of detergent and fabric softener that I used, but much more pleasant. Maybe because they were in the boxes for a long time. Or they'd gotten the scent from travelling across the seas to come to me. The sweet odor transported me to a place I want to be.
The timing is perfect, in every sense of the word. I'm not talking about order delivery, but because it's at that time of the month when I have the uncontrollable need to romantisize everything.
It's just what I need.