I have this knack for putting things in “safe” places so they don’t get lost or broken, only to put them in a place too safe for even me to find it.

When I was younger, I would hide my money from my brother (don’t ask me why – to my knowledge he never stole a dime from me, but being a child and not being able to earn money myself outside of my weekly allowance, I was obviously very possessive of my money and didn’t want any of it leaving my hands). Anyway, I would hide it in obscure places, and then forget about it. So months later, while getting a book to read, I would find money hidden between two books, or while dusting, under a figurine I would find a little folded bill. It was kind of nice since it was almost like actually finding money that didn’t belong to me, so at the time I didn’t really mind it.

Now I mind a little more.

I seem to have “hidden” the lighting for my living room, presumably because someone was coming over and I didn’t want the jumble of wires and lights to detract from my beautiful apartment (because *of course* I hadn’t put it up yet), but unfortunately I can’t even remember *why* I put it away somewhere, nevermind where I put it.

And really, I live in a two bedroom apartment. It shouldn’t be this hard.