Today I rummaged through my rucksack looking for a bottle of vitamins I thought I bought and didn’t find it — I still don’t know if I actually bought it. When I dug into one of its pockets I felt an unfamiliar cold shape and took it out.
Surprise! My leatherman micra, lost for years. I bought it at the start at my eurotrip, thinking it would come in handy. It has a pair of scissors that did proof useful for opening food packages and such. After returning home, I misplaced it for a little while and then found it shortly after I moved.
And then I misplaced it again.
Its empty cardboard box lay on my nightstand, for years, as a reminder of it. At times I googled the type, thinking of purchasing another one,
but never did.
And today, I found it.
I think I’ll put it on my keyring.