I walked into the Java City Coffeeshop in my work building this morning, when I smelled something that took me right back to where I was 15 years ago.
I was staying in Boston, attending a 4-weeks language summerÂ class in Medford, at Tufts University to be precise, and the smell today reminded me of what the cafeteria smelled like where we used to have breakfast every morning.
Damn. I hadn’t thought about this place in ages.
It’s funny how a smell can bring back deep buried memories and refresh them like you just experienced them yesterday.
Those four weeks were one of the best times of my life and it was also the time when I fell completely in love with Boston. [Now you know!]
I had a fantastic time there. I was only 17, it was my first big adventure away from home and I was so happy there.
A year before, I had just gone through the whole process of applying for a Highschool year in the US with an agency, the dread of a written test and interview, only to decline the opportunity when I received my acceptance into the program :( [yeah, stupid me, but I guess, I was not “ready” to go at that time].
One year later, I was ready to go and the four weeks in Boston validated my gut-feeling that this would be a life changing experience for me.
Here I am, 15 years later, married to an American and living in California.
Wow, this all just hit me… and all because of a ‘stupid’ smell at the Coffeeshop downstairs!