Lost and Found

When I bought my house last year (1 year and 1 month ago today, come to think of it), I "lost" my GPS receiver in the move. I knew it was in a smallish (baby AT) motherboard box, and I was pretty sure that box was inside another bigger one, and that the whole thing had successfully made the trip from my old apartment to my house.

I enjoy geocaching and like to use my GPSr on road trips, so I've really missed it. I've torn apart my garage, attic, closets, and everywhere else I could think of looking for it. I thought I had dug through every box in the garage and attic and closets at least twice over the past year, and I was starting to consider buying another one (this time the spiffy color version of the Legend), but I wasn't ready to drop that kind of cheddar (about $250) for something I knew I already had somewhere.

Today my dad called me to ask what model GPSr I had, whether I liked it, etc., because he wanted one for his upcoming camping/hiking trip to Cold Mountain next week (I'm not going this time... that's a different blog post for a different day). Of course this conversation made me miss my GPSr even more, and I was determined to find it today.

So after I got off the phone with him, I walked out into the garage and picked the first box to be ripped apart and thoroughly searched. I moved some junk off the top, opened the top-flaps, and -- there was a smallish motherboard box. With two more motherboard boxes underneath. I didn't want to get my hopes up, because after all, this was the first box, and the closest to the garage door. What are the odds that I had overlooked it for 13 months?? But, like a kid at Christmas, I opened the box, and there was my GPSr!

So the moral of the story is: ok, there's not really a moral to the story. I'm just happy to find my long-lost stuff.

I can't wait until Google is able to index my real stuff. Infinite privacy issues aside, sometimes I could really use a search engine for all my personal belongings.