I have had this incredible curse on me lately. Not sure exactly what it is or where it came from but something is definitely wrong. Now, I've never been one to believe in curses but the past few weeks' events have made me a believer.
The weekend of my wedding was wonderful, fabulous really. I was stressed but happy and everyone attending seemed to have a good time. After the reception a large group of friends went into the hotel bar to continue to the party. Being the great hostess that I am, I went to the front desk to order pizza for the group. They needed a credit card. So I go to my room and get my credit card. That is the LAST time I saw my wallet. Hmmm. No big deal right? Cancel the credit cards, head to the DMV. No harm no foul. Wrong. My passport was in the wallet too and I was scheduled to leave the country in exactly 48 hours. Not to worry. You can get a passport in 24 hours...except when the the Monday after your wedding is President's Day. So everything that could possibly identify me was LOST. (oh, and my cell phone was lost that weekend too and never found).
Finally, after much fretting and crying, I received a new passport in the mail and was off to Singapore to be with my wonderful husband.
Cut to today. I attended this wonderful reception for International Women's Day hosted by the American Women's Association of Singapore. I met soooo many nice people and was feeling very positive about my day. I was scheduled to meet with some wives from my husband's company for coffee in the afternoon and then with some new friends for drinks tonight. Yay! Friends! All was right in the world until I reached into my purse and...where is my brand new cell phone??? After retracing my steps I realized my cell phone was driving in the taxi that had dropped me off at home. My cell phone also has all my new friends' phone numbers in it. Very big bummer.
I called and called and called and called. Finally a man answered and was attempting to speak to me about where he was with my phone in chinese. Then... HE HUNG UP ON ME. I tried to call back but alas my phone had been shut off. A man delivering furniture overheard me tell a friend from home that I had lost my phone. He said to me later "when you leave it in a taxi, you'll never see it again." Sigh.
There you have it. It feels pretty terrible to lose something and losing so many things in such a short period of time feels worse. I swear I'm on the brink of getting a fanny pack people or somehow sewing the most important things I need for identification and communication to my body. It has gotten that bad.
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