ISO: My memory

Last seen, I have no idea.

This move is never ending, which is mostly untrue but feels so very real at the moment. I’m a week out from being mostly moved into the new place. Slowly but surely I’m getting the house packed up, miscellaneous papers gathered or shredded, yarn is boxed as well as blankets and yet I still feel pretty far away from being ready.

I have the right tools to start painting finally and am looking forward to putting some marks on the house to get rid of the accents left there by the previous owner. The garden is in full swing, although I need fertilizer on it, and I’m already seeing some shoots come up without any idea what it is I planted there.

I’ve met a few of my new neighbors and everyone seems nice. I am just frustrated with being in two places. And while I shouldn’t necessarily be in a hurry to be out, I believe I’m ready to just land somewhere.

Here’s where the tricky part comes in. When I moved into this apartment, I brought over a Nest thermostat. Not a big deal. I’ve been using them for a while, I like the ability to control via the app and schedule when the system works. However, as I’m getting ready to move, I cannot find the original thermostat that came with the apartment. It should’ve been in my sofa table drawers. It isn’t. I’ve gone through every drawer in the house, I can’t find it.

I have no doubt that I put it somewhere safe, somewhere I wouldn’t forget. But I’m older now and my memory is faulty. So I’ve been driving myself nuts trying to figure out where the heck I put this darn thing and I’m about ready to commune with the spirit world just to see if they have any suggestions.

Maybe, if I sit long enough and turn off my brain it will find the answer.