Today, I had a remote tour of my former apartment.
Each streamed image held more memories than the guy on the other side could see. He wondered why I made him tarry in an area, and skip through another.
Interestingly, the stores and the rooms not used held no memories.
I wonder if this will be the same when we reflect about life in the end – the stores and aspects unexplored will hold no meaning.
I am thankful for the spaces that were once home, and the spaces I now call home.