I’m traveling to Massachusetts this week to visit family with my husband, and it’s been quite an experience, going from spending over a year of quarantine and working from home to a road trip crossing several states.
Along the way, we’ve seen beautiful sunsets, foggy mountain landscapes, ominous storm clouds (pictured below), and the infamous cicada brood X splattering our windshield (not pictured.)
I find myself appreciating the strangest things on this trip. While staying in Pennsylvania, our dog had to go out in the middle of the night. As soon as I stepped outside, I realized the entire area was saturated in the sweet scent of cinnamon rolls. I could practically taste the sugary sweetness and cream cheese frosting.
I couldn’t figure out where it could be wafting from, our hotel was just off the highway, next to a Nestle bottling plant. It was surreal, standing in a quiet parking lot with chirping crickets and the smell of desserts swirling around us. It’s nice to get out of the house, I thought.