Warning: This is probably petty and childish.
While going through stuff in my attic, I realized that two stuffed animals my aunt had made weren't in the bin with the rest of them. Despite looking everyone, and convincing my father to search his house, I can't find them. They're too big to have been accidentally thrown or given away. I went through every inch of my old apartment multiple times (despite the paranoid part of my brain insisting that I must have missed looking behind a door. But I didn't. I checked everything 4 times, because I knew this exact situation would happen.), so they couldn't have been left there. They were never even at the apartment before that, as I left all the old ones at Dad's. Either they vanished during another move, or at some point in the past, they'd gotten so ratty and decrepit that they had to be thrown away, and I don't remember. The fact that I can't remember what happened to them is almost more disturbing than losing them, it's weird.
Argh! A 35-year-old woman going nuts over a stuffed animal! But my aunt made them for me, and I feel so bad. Maybe writing this down will make it bother me less.
While going through stuff in my attic, I realized that two stuffed animals my aunt had made weren't in the bin with the rest of them. Despite looking everyone, and convincing my father to search his house, I can't find them. They're too big to have been accidentally thrown or given away. I went through every inch of my old apartment multiple times (despite the paranoid part of my brain insisting that I must have missed looking behind a door. But I didn't. I checked everything 4 times, because I knew this exact situation would happen.), so they couldn't have been left there. They were never even at the apartment before that, as I left all the old ones at Dad's. Either they vanished during another move, or at some point in the past, they'd gotten so ratty and decrepit that they had to be thrown away, and I don't remember. The fact that I can't remember what happened to them is almost more disturbing than losing them, it's weird.
Argh! A 35-year-old woman going nuts over a stuffed animal! But my aunt made them for me, and I feel so bad. Maybe writing this down will make it bother me less.
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