It seems like a tiny thing, but when I couldn't find it Sunday before we went out on the motorcycles, I was a little stressed. I figured I left it at the office before the holiday - so when I got in yesterday and it wasn't at the office, I started to freak. I called around to the last places I might've worn it, and asked at the office lost and found - NOTHING.
I was starting to get a little panicky, to be honest.
Important things to know: I bought that jacket 15 years ago at a pawn shop. It's far too big for me, but I can layer under it, and I love it. It's been with me through failed relationships, more moves than I care to think about, several countries, death, divorce, and joy as my silent witness. It's gone to punk shows and goth nights and heavy metal concerts. It keeps me warm when it's cold and shields me from wind when we ride.
And suddenly, it was missing. I've never lost it before, and usually when things head out of my life, I don't sweat it. I just kinda go "well, clearly THAT wasn't meant to be in my life right now" and carry on. But this was hitting me in the solar plexus with gut clenching fear, for some reason.
At any rate, I spent the better portion of my day getting more and more upset that I couldn't seem to locate this jacket. I got an email as I was driving home, though, which I read in the driveway (I don't drive and read/ text/ whatever. I barely even talk on the phone when I am driving 'cos it freaks me out) - and it was a friend of mine saying that she was going to tell her house faerie to give it back to MY house faerie, so I would have it. And it made me smile, and I had been thinking "I should put out some honey and bread for the fae" anyhow.
So I went on inside and dealt with the dogs, and went back to my bedroom for something...
And there it was. Hanging off the edge of the bed.
Plain as day.
Go figure.
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