When you think of the smell of home, what do you think of?
I’ve heard all sorts of answers. Christmas. A musty basement. Mom’s perfume. Those are all common ones. “My mom’s meat masala,” Nisha tells me. “Waxed skis,” Lauren says.
None of these are my answers. Only one other person could ever get it.
“Home Depot,” my little sister announces when I ask her.
I nod into the phone. “Yeah,” I say. “Yep. Home Depot.”