I have seen the same washing line every day without fail for the past 10 years and never once considered the idea that it’s something I’ll never see again when I leave my childhood home. When I think about leaving – it’s not the washing line I’ll miss but the memories that hang from the line. My mum putting out the sheets on a summer days, sitting underneath the line staring up at a twilight sky full of stars. It made me realise how much love and passion humans put into mundane objects and how each of us will look at these objects and feel all kinds of nostalgia. There’s something so comforting to me that I can look at pictures of my washing line and remember how I was feeling at that particular time. I can cherish and hold on to these thoughts and feelings through this image forever.