Got an email today which had surprising news. Fall 2003, I returned to Bethany and set to the task of moving into my dorm. First on the agenda was finding all my boxes out of TP storage. Seemed like a fairly routine task, till box four of twelve could not be found. I looked a few different times through out the year. My mom didn’t really believe me so she ventured into the storage room. I think her disbelief went back to when I was a child and would say I looked, then she would come in the room and find the object within a minute. Only this time she couldn’t find. We gave up all hope –no box four.
Till I got the email today letting me know the box had been found. Happy days.