lost and found

on objects, attachment and the downside of minimalism

I found my engagement ring. Thought I’d lost it in the move.

It bothered me badly. So badly I did not even bother to look. I did not nag my children to “keep an eye out” (always fruitless, not that it’s stopped me before), nor did I bother to call the removals foreman to inquire in a chipper tone if one of his guys had happened to come across it? I did …