I wore it, oh definitely wore it, into the airport in Wisconsin on Sunday afternoon. I was sweltering in it as I walked out of the airport in North Carolina on Sunday night. I can’t find it on Monday afternoon.
I know it was in the car–the wheels of my roller-board were inside it and that’s not ok (germophobe sighting).
I haven’t gone anywhere except in that car, my house, and work. It’s vanished.
People lose things all the time, Katie. No big deal.
I’m not “people.”
When I lose things, they’re usually found on my roommates’ desks. I’m the girl who finds other peoples’ things. I make a point to know where everyone’s everything is at all times.
And this isn’t just any coat.
This is my heaviest winter coat. It’s January.
My ski coat. My bonus carry-on bag.
It even has a name: Wonder Jacket.
And a story: The Adventures of Carry-on Scarecrow and Wonder Jacket.
Katie, it’s just a coat.
No, see, it really isn’t. Wonder Jacket isn’t just a coat any more than Allison Vesterfelt’s piano is just a piano.
Wonder Jacket wasn’t really a gift but we’ve skied many mountains. Its deep pockets have saved me from the “One carry-on, one personal item” rule many times. We’ve traveled many, many miles together.
It’s just a coat.
A coat with a story, a history, a purpose.
Have you ever felt too attached to an inanimate object? Have you ever lost that object? Don’t leave me hangin’ here.
Update: Wonder Jacket has been found! It’s in my friend’s car. This is great news! However, there is one problem: his car was stolen. Yes, this is real life.
What are you looking for?