A losing battle

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Two years ago, Gideon and I were getting ready to go shopping in Rogers. His paternal grandmother had given us a $100 gift card to Kohl's a few months earlier, and we had just gotten around to using it. We didn't leave Eureka Springs too often. It was a treat to go out of town and shop, especially since we weren't using our own money.

We were both dressed and ready to go. Grabbing my purse, I asked Gideon if he had the gift card. He said he thought I had the gift card. I remembered leaving the gift card in the package sent to us and said I'd head back to look for it. "It should be pretty easy to find," I said.

I was wrong. One hour later, our apartment looked like something out of a horror movie. Boxes and bags and letters were strewn across the floor, and I sat in the middle of the mess, completely deflated. It turns out angrily crying, throwing boxes around and screaming, "Where are you?!?!" doesn't help much when you're looking for a missing item. It also turns out Gideon is a saint for staying with me.

We never did find that gift card. Still today, I wonder if it's hiding somewhere in our apartment, just waiting for me to find it during a round of sporadic cleaning. This isn't the first time I've had thoughts like this. For as long as I can remember, I've been horrible at keeping track of things.

It started innocently enough. As a child, I'd lose a mitten or a sock. My mom would replace it and say it wasn't a big deal, but it was a big deal to me. Like most people, I don't like losing things. I never have. When I was young, I felt more upset about losing something than what was lost. Of course you don't miss a sock or a mitten. It wasn't about the things. What infuriated me was the fact that I had been irresponsible enough to lose them.

Now that I'm older, the things are actually pretty important. I've found that to be especially true while trying to get a passport card for our honeymoon. To get a new passport card, you have to have an old passport or your birth certificate. I have both of those things. They're in my apartment somewhere. It's great to know that, but it would be even better if I could find them. We're getting to the point where I might miss the deadline to apply for the passport card, and those missing documents are the only things holding me back from doing so.

Considering how I get unreasonably upset over losing a mitten, you can imagine how frustrating it is to be missing very important documents. If I can't find these documents, Gideon is going to be going to Mexico all on his own. I suppose I could give my ticket to our friend Kelby if worse comes to worse. They can take pictures and Photoshop me in later, so it'll be just like I was there. Right? Right?!?!

Joking aside, I'm sure I'll be able to find those documents after a thorough search of the apartment. They have to show up eventually. Yes, I am completely certain I will find my old passport and apply for a new passport card with it. Before I know it, I'll be sipping cocktails and reading trashy celebrity magazines in Mexico.

And if that doesn't happen, I can at least say I've lost another thing: my mind.

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Samantha Jones is associate editor for Carroll County Newspapers. Her email address is Citizen.Editor.Eureka@gmail.com