I’m living in a flat with other people, and I wasn’t the first person here. Over the years, people have left behind things they were emotionally attached to objects that hold memories. In a way, they are like gates that can transport someone back to a place in the past.

But you know what? For me, these things are mostly annoying. I’m not sentimental about them. I also doubt that all of these belongings belong to the people who live here now. Some belong to current tenants, others were left behind by people who have already moved on, and some seem to belong to the flat itself.

Welcome home.