The Return

Jun. 9th, 2014 09:01 am
mari4212: Mr. Tumnus inviting Lucy to tea (mr. tumnus)
"Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” Terry Pratchett

I walked out of the car at home Friday night, and was almost tackled by my brother. This is after I broke every airport protocol by dropping my carry on bag to run to hug my mother, and a few minutes later dropping the bags again, this time right outside the airport doors, to go hug my father. Shortly after my brother tackled me, I was tackled by my oldest sister, and then handed a family cat to cuddle. Everyone needed to say hello again.

It was an emotional return, two days after we'd planned. I'd been up for over twenty-four hours at that point, a result of my absolute inability to sleep in an airplane seat and the sheer length of the journey home. But I'd expected all of that. I knew we'd hug, and not want to let go. I knew that we'd all be talking a mile a minute catching up on things. I knew that we'd be playful and talk half in sarcasm and half in absolute sap.

I wasn't expecting the smell of Ohio to hit me. Or, one particular scent that I'd never even realized I knew and had missed until the airplane landed.

There's no white clover in Baguio. It's a tiny white flower that grows everywhere, in almost every lawn, in Ohio, and throughout the Midwest. It's so ubiquitous that you don't even realize you can smell it, it's just mingled in with the generic grass scent.

But I've just spent over nine months in a place where, although there's grass, there's no clover. There are dozens of other flowers, calla lilies grow wild along the side of the road, even, but there's no clover.

I came back home and a scent I didn't know I was missing was there to greet me. Today, two days after I've returned, the clover scent is unnoticed again. I can't smell it as distinct from the rest of my world. Going away and returning gave me a gift, the gift of a perfume I didn't know I knew. And wherever else I go in life, I'll remember that clover smells honey-sweet and soft.


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