Garages don’t grieve when children grow up and leave.
But sometimes a home holds onto evidence that someone was loved there.
A photograph.
A scratched floor.
A worn workbench.
A child’s name written in pencil.
And sometimes, when someone feels as though they’ve lost everything, those small pieces are enough to remind them that home isn’t always something you have to own.
Sometimes it’s simply a place where part of you is still waiting to be found.
