For the past 2 days I’ve been scouring my brain, my house, my car, and everything else I’ve touched over the last 64 hours. On Tuesday morning as I was heading out for work, I couldn’t find my house keys. I swore that I had them the night before but didn’t have the time to really search as I was hurrying to catch the train.

Yesterday I still didn’t have my keys and had to sit outside of Jes’ office building for an hour as he finished one of his meetings.   I sent him a text message saying “I’m downstairs” but didn’t really know if he had received it.   He finally came down to hand me the keys and that hour of waiting certainly felt like an eternity.   I would suck at being homeless.

I gave myself one more crazy search tonight and went through the trash, the dirty laundry, all the bags I had used within the past two days, and the coats and jackets that I had worn. Nothing. Finally, I had an epiphany. As I was going through the coat closet for the 3rd time, I remembered that I put on my snowboarding jacket on Tuesday morning to walk the dog in the rain. As I was heading out, Jes offered to walk the dog and I gladly hung up my jacket and went to work instead. THAT was the moment when I couldn’t find my keys!!!! I had put the keys in the pocket of the jacket (that I haven’t worn in months) and forgot to take them back out in all the excitement of not having to fight the wind and rain at 6:30 in the morning!!! So when I reached into one of the many jacket pockets and felt the squishy elephant keychain, I thought my heart was going to leap out of my throat and I yelled, “I FOUND IT!!!!!”  Aaaaah…I had the biggest sigh of relief of my life.  I was also confused as to why I didn’t find them the first time or second time I went through the closet.  Oh dear.  Perhaps my brain was trying to make me suffer a little so that I wouldn’t do this again.  I was SO close to calling it quits and Jes was dreading the pain of forking over a bunch of money to get our locks changed.

I really hate myself sometimes.