Jason Robie: Every home has its own scent, but be sure it is a pleasant one

April has been an interesting month for me to say the least. I’ve “lived” in Fort Collins, Colo.; Sandy, Utah; The Villages, Fla., Lincoln, N.H.; and now back to Sandy, Utah. I’ve been tasked (for the next two weeks) for the care and love (and belly rubs) of Lily, my brother’s greyhound. Each of those locations has been awesome in their own way. Although, the weather in New Hampshire this past week was nothing short of abhorrent. If you haven’t spent time in northern New Hampshire during “mud season,” you haven’t lived.

Being “homeless” for a month has taught me a few things. First and foremost, I miss my home and I can’t wait to get back there. Secondly, I miss my “routine” and honestly didn’t realize how important that is to me. Third, I miss good coffee! My French press is going to get a big hug when I get home. Lastly (Of course there are a lot more things I learned, but let’s move on.) is that every place I’ve visited has its own scent. If you have ever come home from a long trip (even going away to college) and walked back in the front door, I think you know what I mean. It’s certainly not a foul or negative thing (usually) it is just that home’s personality.