1.22.23

Sitting on the couch at 12:30ish in the morning with Z and N, I stared at the hook on the ceiling in the corner of the room. My first thought was, why haven’t we hung anything from there? And then almost immediately after I realized that we did have something hanging there, my Mom’s wooden angel she got as a gift when she was in college, and it was gone. I had noticed yesterday that the miniature strawberry ice cream that M gave me for my birthday was gone too. I thought maybe it had fallen behind the trash can, but I couldn’t find it. It really felt like someone took the wooden angel because it appeared to be nowhere in the house. I didn’t want to accuse anyone but it felt like a large thing to just go missing. I couldn’t find a picture of the angel in my phone. I searched through all of the pictures that I had from California Blvd where the angel was hanging in the bathroom. The one picture I had taken of the bathroom corner where it was hanging was from when I was moving out and the angel had already been packed and put away. It felt like the angel had never existed, Then N found the angel in the background of a picture I took of him in our house a few weeks ago. Z said that it was weird thinking about the documentation of all the objects in our lives. Do I have a photograph of everything I own?