My real estate agent called while I was visiting my parents. My has-been-wobbly-all-week buyer solidified. Deal is done but for the signing. [Cue excited jumping around]
I left my parents’ house floating on a cloud of delighted and stunned fairy dust.
I got home and realized that my wallet was no longer in my purse, for some reason.
Things to keep in mind: I am flying to the UK in 2 days.
My credit card is in my wallet. I need my credit card for many things, including getting on the plane.
I am moving to the United States for work in less than a month.
Other key Items that are in my wallet which are critical to my non-immigrant working situation: my birth certificate; my social insurance card; my (newly found…in my cutlery drawer, don’t ask, I don’t know why it was there) American Social Security card, the one I need to DO ANYTHING AT ALL IN THE UNITED STATES INCLUDING WORK AND SET UP INTERNET.
My Oyster card was in there too, Fully loaded. But, I mean. I could manage without that. Better than without MY CREDIT CARD.
A lot of deep breathing and self-hatred ensued.
I pulled apart everything I own.
I called my parents.
My parents tore their house apart, but did not find my wallet. they gave up.
I couldn’t believe they could give up WHILE MY WALLET WAS STILL NOT FOUND.
I did not know where on earth I could possibly have left it if it wasn’t at my parents house. I hadn’t touched in at least 24 hours.
I called every lost & found I could think of. I left messages at all of them.
My mother called the Swiss Chalet where we had dinner last night. Nothing there.
WHAT DO YOU DO AT THIS POINT OMG I DON’T KNOW I went into intense mental problem solving mode. I could get cash for the trip, right? What about…don’t think about it, don’t think about it…HOLY SHIT WHAT AM I GOING TO DO
I walked over to my real estate agent’s office, because I did just sell my condo for reals, and I had to go sign off on it, wallet or no wallet.
Halfway there, my phone rang. It was the Go transit lost & found at Union Station, Toronto (a city I have not visited in the last 48 hours, for the record). They were returning my call. They had my wallet.
THEY HAD MY WALLET.
I totally totally burst into tears on the phone with this woman who called me. I love her forever now. My life is now dedicated solely to this woman.
I signed my documents and officially, firmly sold my condo. YAY!
I got on the train, went down to Union Station, and got my wallet back.
All my cards were there. My birth certificate was there. My SSN was there.
ALL MY CASH WAS STILL IN MY WALLET.
I cried. Again.
The moral of this story is WHY ARE ALL MY MOST IMPORTANT DOCUMENTS IN THE SAME PLACE OMG
PEOPLE ARE AMAZING AND AWESOME AND I LOVE EVERYONE
EXCEPT FOR ME, I COULD DO WITH SOME IMPROVEMENT
MAYBE NOTICE WHEN YOU LEAVE YOUR FUCKING WALLET ON A FUCKING BUS FROM TIME TO TIME
But I am clearly the luckiest person in the world. That’s me.
Is there a emotion that exists that I have not experienced in its most extreme form today? No. No, there is not.