The house of memories
The house of memories
The house of memories is quite interesting. It has a door but does not lock. There is light, but no windows. Sometimes you go and leave something, other times you take, and sometimes you just look and leave. It is not inhabited by people, only by your memories.
Did you guess what it is? If you haven't yet it's your fridge. And before you said to yourself, "Hey, is this man totally crazy?" let me explain to you. Of course we all have memories of how we reached for the last piece of cake at 3 o'clock in the morning, but I don't mean that. For me, this is the house of memories, just they are not inside, but outside.
When I first started traveling more independently, I decided that I would buy magnets from different places as a memory to remember. First one, then another, at one point the refrigerator door filled up. Friends started giving me magnets, and yes I keep them all. And I remember every magnet, every story, every gift from whom and where it came from.
I already have dozens, maybe hundreds of magnets, but each has its own story - some are memories of wonderful trips, others of sad trips, business meetings, running competitions, gifts from good friends, and people with whom our paths have parted ways, from former loves, from former colleagues, gifts from my sister and more and more ..
It often happens that I go to the fridge to get something to eat or drink and I don't think about it at all. But other times it happens to push one of the magnets and it falls to the ground. I bend down to pick it up and then I get the memories from this place. I'm there for a second. I feel the wind, I feel my mood and I remember ... the shop in Pisa, where I bargained to get magnets for my friends, or for the empty parking lot of Kaliakra in October and the nice woman who explained to me how she made each magnet, about the story of my ex-boss walking 1 hour to find a store and buy me a magnet from Finland, about how my sister always tries to choose the most original and beautiful magnet, about the magnets we bought from Beglik tash on the 15th time we have been there ...
I'm back! I rearrange the house of memories and close the door. I get the ice cream. I feel good.
Do you also have a house of memories?
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