Memories

It was a hard weekend. And, after cleaning the house, we still had to dismantle the wall unit. We were both quite tired and just wanted to get it done so we didn’t have much time to talk while we did it. So, it was new for me to read about Astrid’s memories about their play room.  It seems there are memories at every turn, though it doesn’t feel like they’re being erased.

I think this sort of thing is very personal. I left home nearly thirty years ago and when I go back, while it’s all familiar, it doesn’t feel like home. But I know how important it all is to Astrid, which is why her flat is full of furniture from her grandparents and how hard it is for her to part with anything. We can’t keep everything without filling the house from top to bottom, but that’s easy for me to say without all those memories.