I just realized that I lost my favorite sweater, probably in Port Dickson.
I know I lost my favorite short in Bangkok. That realization ruined one of my weeks.
And I know I lost my favorite shirt in New York. That ruined what otherwise would have been a great vacation.
I wonder, what else will I lose next.
I really liked that sweater of mine. I really, really do. It was blue. It wore it to the stadium. I brought it everywhere. Sigh…
Irreplaceable.
