My house has a smell.
My house has a smell. Not of rotten food or mildewed clothes, it’s something different.
I walked into my house today and smelt a feeling…comfort.
Today was the first time I’ve recognized its unique smell. It is unmistakeable and exclusive only to this house.
A smell detective would notice the smell of wood paneling, just washed clothes, and a pie that was baked yesterday.
But I don’t have to be a detective to recognize its smells. This is home.