Have you ever helped someone move, only to realise you were doing so much more than shifting boxes? That was exactly how I felt when I met her. We were packing up her house, moving things out to the mobile storage unit she rented, and yet every item we touched carried with it an entire world of memories. The room we stood in wasn’t just filled with things; it was filled with pieces of her heart, and as we carefully loaded each box, she began to share her story. Her journey wasn’t just about making space for her aging parents — it was about coming to terms with her own grief and letting go of the past, one box at a time. And for the first time, I realised how much storage can be a bridge between holding on and moving forward.