Nothing makes me crazier than losing stuff. Keys, documents, that thing I just had in my hand.. Yet I loooove (or at least don't mind) being lost! As in, not knowing exactly where in the world I am. As long as I know where my wallet is, I'm not so concerned with where my body is. I'm not great at knowing which street to turn on, but somehow I nearly always have an innate sense of direction, which way is the sea, the mountains, which way I should be heading, even if I'm not sure why.
I would like to hear your stories of being lost, or of losing something, and how that affected you. By the way, if you are new to blogs, please remember to look at and add to the COMMENTS link, at the bottom of each post. That's where the juicy stuff is.
For this post, please share:
Where in the world were you when you were lost, or when you lost something?
If you lost something, did you ever find it again? If not, what happened?
