Tonight my hands smell like home. I'm not sure what exactly that means. Home to me now has a lot broader definition than it did before. It means everything else in my existence prior to moving to the island. Therefore pinning this aroma of nostalgia and comfort is rather impossible.
My date drove up to drop me off at our usual spot only to discover a Navigator limo occupying the entirety of the area on the side of the road. We drove around the block only to find it hadn't budged. So we made our way on Kalakaua, for a slight detour, only to find that we both had to go shi shi really bad. So we stopped off at the Kapahulu Zippy's to use the lavatory. A rather long detour, but once after taking care of business I immediately took notice of how my hands smelled after washing them. I am a fan of cleanliness but this soap smelled delightful and something about it seemed to hit a little closer to home. I am obsessed with the smell, to the point where I want to visit this Zippy's on a regular basis just for their bathrooms. Perhaps I should take note of the actual soap. I don't know how or why but it reminds me of my childhood...maybe my Grandma?...or home...or something in my Michigan past. And I can't stop sniffing my hands.
Awkward? No, just nostalgic....and sanitary.
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