It finally happened. I misplaced my flash drive. I use the word misplaced because it does not sound as final as the word lost. I could blame it on my husband, who encouraged me to take it with me when we went to Charleston, South Carolina. He asked “are you taking your laptop?” I had not planned to take it. Responding to my answer, he said, “I’m taking mine, why don’t you take your flash drive and maybe work on some things.” That was a wonderful idea; I had plenty of work to do. My husband usually has wonderful ideas. So, I took it with me, I think.
I could probably blame it on my mother. The day after we returned from Charleston, I traveled to St. Lucie County in Florida to visit her. I spent several days with her prior to Thanksgiving. I took my work satchel and laptop, thinking that I would work. Surely, I took my flash drive; I thought I threw it into my satchel. Didn’t I? Work was the furthest thing from my mind during both trips. I was too busy enjoying my family and friends.
When I returned home, my thoughts were on the start of the holiday season. My thoughts also turned to my self-imposed deadlines. That is when I looked for my flash drive. It is nowhere; well, it is somewhere, just not where I can see it. That flash drive holds important information and ideas, all of which can be duplicated. The time my loved ones and I shared created memories that we will always own.
I am not blaming anyone, not even myself. I will be more careful when I travel and will mindfully put my work items in their proper place. I expect my flash drive to show up at some point. It is probably with my baseball cap that has been missing for a month.