9: History

I've lived near the Micronesia Mall my entire life. This meant that I am always a less than two minute drive to the nearest grocery store. I've always liked shopping at night, since high school. Sometimes, I'd go with a friend or my sister to the store if I really wanted something in the middle … Continue reading 9: History

8: Home is the smell of sea spray on my face as the tide rolls in.

It is the smell of smoked meat as the flames and ash rise in the air. It is smell of coconut oil on golden brown skin. Home is the smell of oil and fish wafting through the kitchen as I walk through the doors. It is the smell of vacuumed carpets and lemon pledge on … Continue reading 8: Home is the smell of sea spray on my face as the tide rolls in.