A few weeks ago, Aubrey came over to borrow something
that we keep just inside the closed doors of the storage container.
Dean was at work, so she and I went out to retrieve the desired item.
The lock and the various mechanisms of the doors make this no simple task.
It actually requires a good deal of muscle.
Thank goodness our girl, Aubrey, is buff!
As soon as we swung those heavy, fortress-like doors wide open,
the smell of home
overtook me.
Dean and I had been in that storage container a few times
throughout the winter months,
but I suppose that since the day was nice and warm the aroma was intensified.
All our furnishings, decor, dishes, appliances, books, bedding...
90% of everything we own is packed
snugly from top to bottom and side to side in that 9'x8'x40' freight train container.
I realized at that moment I'd forgotten how good home smells.
I've been pained with a woeful case of homesickness ever since.
I just keep telling myself,
"Chin up, Mrs Mossi! You're almost home."
