Does moving have a smell? It’s a serious question. I went to a friend’s house tonight to say a tearful farewell. Upon entering, it struck me. I used to think it was the scent of cardboard I associated with moving. But the boxes aren’t there yet; The movers come later this month.
So, what is it? Is it the dust from things being shifted around? Am I smelling the stress? Because, they say some with a finely tuned nose can smell the pheromones associated with feelings. Not that I’ve ever had a great nose. So, maybe not. Maybe it’s not even a smell, but the openness that comes from starting to pack things away before the movers come. But, it’s as much a smell as anything.
That smell fills me with such dread. Confession: I hate moving. The life Landry and I lead means a lot of moving. I do love seeing new places. But I hate the purging that has to happen, all the decisions, the inevitable bitter farewells, the logistics of getting from A to B. All I know is when I smell that ‘thing’, I’m filled with anxiety.
It’s not me moving this time, but my friend down the street. We’ve been there for each other a lot in the last couple of years. Moving does have a smell. It’s the smell of saying goodbye.