I love how smells, sounds, and tastes can take us back to memories of old.
Although we may forget those memories in our day-to-day, all it takes is a little reminder to trigger nostalgic reflection.
There is a unique smell that hits me every time I walk out of the airport in Malaysia. It’s almost like I can smell the humidity, and it fills me with anticipation for the fun few weeks I have ahead with family.
I’ve also spent time this week listening to my previous Annual Top 100 Song playlists on Spotify. The songs that sit atop my 2017 playlist immediately take me back to the feelings I had when Maru and I had just moved to the UK.
And finally, earlier this week I opened a jar of plum jam from the supermarket. Although it wasn’t exactly the same, it reminded me of afternoons picking plums with my late grandparents under the large tree in their backyard. I remember hanging CDs at the end of jute string from the branches of the tree to keep the birds away. I reminisce about smelling the sugar and plums bubbling on the stove. And boy, do I remember how that jam tasted on my toast each morning for breakfast.