I looked around. This house only the night before had been a home, and serves as a storage locker for memories that I could barely remember and a bunch of things I'd rather forget.
by Laurie Notaro
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In "Autobiography of a Fat Bride," Laurie Notaro reflects on the emotional weight of her former home. Just the night before, it felt like a place filled with warmth and familiarity, but now it has transformed into a mere repository for old memories and forgotten items. This change evokes a sense of nostalgia and loss as she grapples with the remnants of her past.

Notaro's observation highlights the complexity of memories tied to physical spaces. The house, once a vibrant home, now symbolizes both cherished experiences and painful recollections, illustrating how the passage of time can alter our connections to places and the emotions they carry.

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