a couple of days ago i had one of those "i’ve lost something that matters to me where the eff did i put it?!?!?!" i looked where it usually was and it wasn’t there. gone.
not THERE?! could it be THERE? or maybe i left it THERE! and then the impossible wave of dread came over me bringing with it a small bout of nausea.
so this morning, i went on a chase to find a necklace that my mom used to wear.
this necklace is not particularly expensive (the chain is by aaron basha and the charms are helen ficalora), but the sentimental value feels irreplaceable.
my mom wore this necklace everyday with the initials of her grandchildren proudly dangling from it. (each of her granddaughters now have their initial that she wore (and their brothers’) to wear on their own chains and i have the extra charms she wore and my kids’ initals on her chain.)
and when i hold it/wear it, i can feel my mom.
so i looked in my closet and couldn’t find it. felt panicked and ran to the safety deposit box at the bank and couldn’t find it. ran back home and looked in every nook and cranny in my closet (again) and couldn’t find it.
confused and bewildered, i started the search over.
and wouldn’t you know, the necklace was right where it should have been all along. it was in the place i expected it to be where i looked the first time and somehow didn’t see it.
and all that "crap i’ve lost something" feeling for the past two days and running around was completely unnecessary.
why do our minds play these tricks on us?!?!
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