The sense of smell

it's interesting how certain smells bring back certain memories. all of a sudden i think i am back somewhere just cause my nose picks up something it used to know. when i was in london, i wore 2 perfumes and everytime i wear them, i think i'm back there...my friend alyshia wore jlo's still and i can distinctly remember every time i was with her whenever i smell it -- her in my "dorm room" after a night at the black widow...dinner at wagamamma's...night at the theatre watching 'thoroughly magnificent millie', 'gershwin' or 'tonight's the night.' and so, out of weakness, i had to go buy my own bottle - so i can go back to london whenever i wanted. so today i am wearing still and thinking of all those great memories the smell brings to mind. and wishing with all my heart that i could go back.
i never realized how much you could lust for a city - wanting to be there so badly you ache inside, coveting the lives of every englishman/woman that are living there right now, not being able to tell yourself the reasons why you aren't there right this moment. it's sad -- and the only way i can explain it is that i truly left a part of my heart there...and i can only be whole again once i return.