April 23, 2018

My most favorite smell (even above coffee) is the smell of a machine shop, the diesel, mechanic smell. I will walk into a garage sometimes, and just inhale, close my eyes and almost a sense of calm washes over me. 

Funny how smells will do that to us. Transport us back to a different time. 

Growing up my dad worked for the City of Unalaska, and ran the power house (that's what we called it). But, it was the place that kept the lights on. Housed in a concrete building from World War 2, it was a place that I visited often. 

It was a big, grey building, maybe a few windows at the very top. The walls were like two feet thick or something crazy. I mean, the building was built to withstand a bomb. To get in you had to push this heavy metal door, which led to a small room. There you had to get earmuffs on, because it was so loud in this building. Just imagine, HUGE engines, loud, with no real place for the sound to go. Yeah, it was deafening. 


I remember I always wore these big yellow ear muffs, the kind that squeeze your cheeks just a little. They made it sound like everything was underwater, and my dad would have to yell just to get passed the engine sound and those darn muffs!! 

Then you had to push open an second door, into the engine room. It was dark, loud and smelled like diesel. I would follow my dad through the power house, to the operations room, where it was still loud, but you could take your muffs off. We would get a treat, hang out for a bit while he worked and then it was time to go.

In 2014 I went back to Dutch Harbor, and my dad took me to the new powerhouse. It was just like when I little, my dad driving me to work. But this power house doesn't run on diesel, and it was all clean, shiny and new. He was excited to show it off, but I felt out of place. 

Then we walked over to the old one, and the moment we walked in (no muffs this time since the engines were no longer running), and instantly the diesel smell hit me and I was home.

To this day when I walk into a gas station, garage, or just smell that diesel smell, it transports me back to when I was a little girl, hanging out with her dad at the power house. 

Best memories.

Thanks for reading!

Sina Sena is a small island, Alaska girl, who has BIG goals! She is a novice coffee connoisseur loves romance novels and is always down to eat sweets! She is married to her high school sweetheart, and they are trying to not get run over by their three boys! As a  mom she believes that it is important to maintain her own identity and knows she is better because she works hard everyday to pursue her own goals.  If you ever want to talk business, it is what makes her want to leap out of bed everyday (except in the winter, because Alaska is freaking cold then)!


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