I had been here at TCC a couple of months, and the homesick feeling sunk deep into my gut. I longed to taste the moist meat loaf with creamy potatoes. The smell of burning wood triggers memories of burning sap into maple syrup with my dad every spring. I waited with child like anticipation for a package from home. It came! I hopped up and down like a little girl. Ripping off the packaging tape and opening the boxs brought home to me. I was in my grammies basement again. The smell was distinct and strong on every shirt and sweater. I breathed deep then laid back in eager delight.