Three weeks ago, I visited my sister for her baby shower. It was a lovely time had by all. When I returned to Cville, I realized that I had left my keys under my sister's guest bed.
Now, the pre-Japan me would not have made such a mistake. My mantra before leaving for any location was always, "Phone, wallet, keys." Keys were valuable - I never left them behind.
In Japan, I didn't carry keys per se. I had a wallet that allowed me to attach my two keys - apartment and lab - to two little chains that zipped up inside its main pocket. It was quite convenient and so, in Japan, my mantra before leaving any place became, "Phone, wallet." But since my phone was only operable as a clock and a camera, I often would get along just fine with "wallet".
You can imagine, then, how easy it was for me to make a mistake when I got home. I put those keys under the bed, hoping to keep them out of the confusion that is helping Baby to get dressed and ended up leaving them behind, even though I checked the room at least twice.
As soon as I returned to Cville, I realized my mistake and called my sister. She promised to send them right away. "Will you be okay without your keys?"
"Sure," I said cheerfully. "I can survive for a few days without them."
My sister went out the day after and sent out my keys. A week and a half later, they got sent back to her.
She sent them out again. Two days later, they were sent back to her again.
She sent them out a third time. Third time's a charm, right? This time, the postman lost them in his effort to return them to her. My sister had to go the post office and call them several times to track them down again.
When they finally got them officially sent off, it was Saturday afternoon. When did I receive them?
Monday afternoon - the same afternoon that Hurricane Sandy hit the East Coast, the same afternoon that all of Cville shut down and boarded themselves in anticipation of the storm of the century. Only one business day after they were sent.
It turns out, a person can survive without their keys for longer than a few days. Well played, life. Well played.
I also have another adventure to add to the other about my experiences with the postal system (although this is my first domestic mishap).
In other news, I played this song on repeat yesterday although I don't know why. I also can't figure out what the title or the song means. Google translates it as "Woman Daejeon Small power" by Evan Yo. (I mean, who knew before this song that Daejeon actually means "Big (rice) field"?)
My thoughts about it:
(1) It sounds very "Chinese" in the melody and beat.
(2) How does Evan Yo looks the exact same as he did when he was 19? (He's now 25)
(3) Evan Yo really reminds me of Atsuto Uchida. It's as though one of my favorite soccer players can sing and dance. Or is it as though one of my favorite singers can play soccer?
(4) The girl in the video panics over a cockroach. Yesterday, I found a spider curled up in bed next to me and I didn't even flinch. I simply shooed him away and went to sleep.
(5) Yeah, not understanding the title or main line of the song really does put a damper on what I can comment on.
And yet, I'm still playing it on repeat. Is it addictive to anyone else?