Besides lots of general items and items of the other family members that I parted with (I have to admit) easily in the lead up to our move, there were some items that I felt more strongly connected to. A good example is this poster. Once – back then in really good shape – it adorned one of the walls in our hallway. That was before it came crashing down (and subsequently) my son jumping onto it. It had clearly seen better days, however, I kept hold of it (by now, hiding in storage) until the very last couple of days prior to our move. It is not just the design of the poster that I liked so much but also its story. Continue reading “memory archive – day 97”