Tonight I was leaning against the wall near the fridge and watching my flatmate dance to music on the radio. My restless gaze fell on the side of the fridge that has been covered with magnets from place I've been and from friends who have brought them back from places where they have been.
I realise that I collect magnets as a prompt for my memory. I never used to collect magnets, because I used to go places with people, so could use them to prompt my memories of good times. Now I often go places by myself. I miss having someone to share my memories with, I miss having someone to make memories with, I miss the smiles that remembering brings to my face. My fridge magnets are a tool to remember. They prompt me to remember people who love me and bring me back from magnets. They prompt me to remember places I have been and things that have seen. People or place, it is all good.
I like my magnet collection on my fridge.