Where are All of My Favorite Things?

I cannot find my mother's vintage bread trough, and I feel like I have splintered my life too much. Does this happen to you?  

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I am missing something silly. 

And it's causing me to panic. 

When we packed up to move to the new house, I packed up my mother's vintage bread trough. It looks a lot like this one from Sur La Table (not affiliate), but mine is old and worn and when I look at it, I think nice things about my mother. Now, I cannot find it. 

It's not like I need it to let bread dough rise--it's original purpose, I believe. I keep the trough by the front door...well, I kept the trough by the front door and put my keys and sunglasses in it. I wanted to use it in the new house since it's my main home for now. When I get ready to leave, I find myself looking for the trough to find my keys. Sometimes, when I do not see it and remember it is still missing, I feel a bit of panic start to surface.

 

Living in 2 Places: Keep All Your Fears in One Place

I decided to keep all my fears in the corner of the new-house garage. Where do you keep yours? 

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I moved to Florida with GymGirl and HackerBoy during the summer, while my husband T stayed in New England to wrap up his job.

Unfortunately, all my hopes about what this move would mean for our family stayed at OldHouse, while all my fears made it to NewHouse just fine.


I was wrestling with my fears early Saturday as I moved boxes around in the garage. I was looking for forks and spoons and knives (I'll share my moving organization fail later on), and the questions kept coming: What if GymGirl hates her new coach? What if HackerBoy never leaves his room? What if I see a snake? What if I see an alligator? What if living in 2 places does not work this time and everything falls apart? Finding a fork should not be this hard!