We often think of our homes as collections of furniture and utility, yet the true essence of a living space resides in the silent history of the objects we keep. Every scratched wooden table, every chipped ceramic mug, and every faded photograph tucked into a drawer acts as a physical vessel for a memory that would otherwise dissolve into the ether of the past. These items are not merely “stuff”; they are the anchors of our identity, providing a tangible bridge between the person we were ten years ago and the person standing in the hallway today. To look at a bookshelf is not just to see a list of…