We plan “memory-making” trips.
We buy keepsakes.
The most powerful memories often come from the things we didn’t save.
They come from:
A dried-up blob of Floam
A crumpled drawing in a drawer
A LEGO brick under the couch
They’re not perfect.
They’re not curated.
But they’re real.
Something weird.
Something that smells faintly of 2001…
Don’t just toss it.
Hold it.
Smile.
Let it take you back.
Because sometimes, the most nostalgic moment of your week…
It’s in your hand.
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