I also stitched a memory map : it is a trip my father's village home. This was both emotional and, a joyful project to do. It is not done to scale, but drawn looking at google maps.
I still remember walking from the bus stop along the long and winding road to his home. When we were small my grandparents lived at the house. Now, father's sister lives there and, when I ever I visit her, those memories of childhood come alive. My father passed away 18 years ago, but I often think about him. This is a small effort to cherish the memories.....
till next time