"As someone prone to moralizing, I’ve come to take it as a sign of my own lack of attention at the moment—my lopsided priorities as I attempted to settle into a new phase of life." This post is so timely...I was just talking to my boyfriend last night about a regular I had at the coffee shop I worked at in college. He and his wife were two of my favorite guests. They gifted me a beautiful pen as a graduation gift, and at some point in the last 5ish years I've lost it. Don't know how, don't know where. I told my boyfriend I felt guilty for having not taken more care of it, and for feeling like I've let them down somehow (I haven't talked to them in years, but the fear of running into them and having to respond to "Do you still have that pen??" haunts me, haha).
I'm sorry about your ring — it holds a lot more sentimental value than my pen, and I would feel the same way if I no longer had something that once belonged to a family member. I have faith you two will cross paths again, someday. Life is funny that way. ♥
I feel the dismay and (seemingly) never-ending curiousity and in-and-out woe over this sentimental loss. Indeed, I can relate in my own life, and having lost wallets returned to my actual door 2 if not 3 times in my life, know my "luck" is out. And don't worry, I have also lost a ring - a long ago senior year of high school one to train tracks. This piece was a journey.
Thank you for this. I lost a ring that was very important to me a few days ago. It was passed along to me when my grandmother died when I was 8 years old. I have worn it daily for years. It became even more special to me when the rest of my grandmother’s jewelry collection was stolen from my apartment a few years ago. There was nothing of value in the collection, other than to me. While sorting through countless papers and trinkets getting ready to move, the stone (really a piece of Bakelite) fell out and I haven’t found it. I also turned to moralizing and thinking I needed a lesson about letting go of material possessions as I prepare to move. Or that I should have treated it more carefully since it was so precious to me.
So, thank you for sharing your story, it brought me a little peace to know someone else went through a similar experience while in the midst of a major life change.
I’m sorry about your ring and hope it makes it’s way back to you. All the best to you in your new life phase.
Thank you, Mary--I’m so sorry about your ring (and the rest of your grandmother’s jewelry) but am comforted by your story in solidarity. Hopefully we can find our objects, or at least some peace
"As someone prone to moralizing, I’ve come to take it as a sign of my own lack of attention at the moment—my lopsided priorities as I attempted to settle into a new phase of life." This post is so timely...I was just talking to my boyfriend last night about a regular I had at the coffee shop I worked at in college. He and his wife were two of my favorite guests. They gifted me a beautiful pen as a graduation gift, and at some point in the last 5ish years I've lost it. Don't know how, don't know where. I told my boyfriend I felt guilty for having not taken more care of it, and for feeling like I've let them down somehow (I haven't talked to them in years, but the fear of running into them and having to respond to "Do you still have that pen??" haunts me, haha).
I'm sorry about your ring — it holds a lot more sentimental value than my pen, and I would feel the same way if I no longer had something that once belonged to a family member. I have faith you two will cross paths again, someday. Life is funny that way. ♥
Agree with soccer comments!
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I feel the dismay and (seemingly) never-ending curiousity and in-and-out woe over this sentimental loss. Indeed, I can relate in my own life, and having lost wallets returned to my actual door 2 if not 3 times in my life, know my "luck" is out. And don't worry, I have also lost a ring - a long ago senior year of high school one to train tracks. This piece was a journey.
Not the train tracks 😭😭😭
Thank you for this. I lost a ring that was very important to me a few days ago. It was passed along to me when my grandmother died when I was 8 years old. I have worn it daily for years. It became even more special to me when the rest of my grandmother’s jewelry collection was stolen from my apartment a few years ago. There was nothing of value in the collection, other than to me. While sorting through countless papers and trinkets getting ready to move, the stone (really a piece of Bakelite) fell out and I haven’t found it. I also turned to moralizing and thinking I needed a lesson about letting go of material possessions as I prepare to move. Or that I should have treated it more carefully since it was so precious to me.
So, thank you for sharing your story, it brought me a little peace to know someone else went through a similar experience while in the midst of a major life change.
I’m sorry about your ring and hope it makes it’s way back to you. All the best to you in your new life phase.
Thank you, Mary--I’m so sorry about your ring (and the rest of your grandmother’s jewelry) but am comforted by your story in solidarity. Hopefully we can find our objects, or at least some peace