Loosing Things

I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off today. I misplaced my mother’s ballot for the election. She gave it to me last week to mail and I put in in a book so I wouldn’t loose it on the drive back from Portland. Well it made it back to the house safely but I took it out of the book and set it down.

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 So I’ve been searching. And searching. And searching. My mom eventually found in in a pile of things on her bed. I guess I set it down when I walked in to put it on her dresser (where I normally put important things) and crashed a few seconds later. I was running on an hour of sleep.

This frantic searching made me realize that I’m not fully moved in to the new place. Well that and the fact that I lost my keys over two months ago and haven’t found them. I’m always meticulous in placing items in the same area. Keys go on the bedside table if I haven’t set up hooks to hang them on. Important documents on the dresser.

I’m still in a state of flux. I haven’t made this place my home yet. And I need to.