Baggage

So I spent New Year's in Providence with my friend Nina from SU...It was fun; Providence is a cool place, though it seems really small after NYC.

Of course, there had to be some drama that happened this weekend...it would have been too simple otherwise. When I got off of the bus on Friday evening, I looked for my bag under the bus...and it was gone. Gone. Kaput. Nada.

I had a good time despite this rather substantial obstacle, but I wanted to take a moment and properly mourn the loss of my possessions. Admittedly, most are replaceable, but I am a 'stuff' person and don't like it when my stuff is no longer in my possession.

So:

The bag itself...was old and needed to be replaced, especially if we're off to Israel this summer. The khakis...were too big since I lost weight and had been around a signifcant amount of time. Same goes for a couple of the shirts. My camera wasoutdted, though it worked ok...the lens cover had broken off. The photo album...chronicled the last couple years, but I have negatives and double to replace them with. Underwear and socks...replacable, though I'd rather not have to replace them...The sparkly skirt. I barely knew you. I would have been good to you. You were worht a lot more than the $20 I paid for you. The Clinique makeup....probably cost as much as the clothes did....I spent a while building up my collection.

Ok. So I got that off of my chest. And if anyone is considering Greyhound, make other arrangements.