
The only library book that I never returned at all was The Essential Rilke.   When I lived at my first house, I found it between the cushions of an arm chair.  I had already paid the replacement fee, so I pretended that the book wanted to stay with me.
Since I never took any pictures of my old house, there are a handful of objects and sounds that I have that are charged with memories:
 
 -a sloppy Christmas window decoration
  -my Black Snake Moan poster 
 -student artwork from my very first class at  Mt. Washington Elementary.
   -hissing radiators