Month: January 2018

Home is in cinnamon.

I have quite a nostalgic nose whether I like it or not. In that respect, returning to Qatar to spend Christmas and the new year with my family has been an interesting experience. I stepped into my old room like I was stepping into old mindsets. My desk stood as I had left it – scarred with ringed mug stains and the remnants of a bit of A-level revision tucked under a few books. My record player had acquired a fine veil of dust, a lone Neil Young album placed up against it. My double bed felt like an ocean and I was swimming in a very familiar washing powder. I resigned to feeling unapologetically tired and happy. The following morning I rediscovered cinnamon. To give my toast a light dusting in the morning or my hot chocolate in the evening used to be quite a religious experience before I left for university. Noticing the little peak of cinnamon – like a sand dune – on my cereal, my mum mentioned a verse from the …