It’s kind of amazing to me, that between two massive moves, nothing got lost. There was a necklace that my Mum gave me and a bag full of fabrics that went missing for a while, but both surfaced in the second move. This morning, our landlord found my favourite white cotton pants and a single pink sock in the dryer of our rental apartment. Sometimes, the thrill of finding something is worth losing it in the first place. Sadly, this was not the case with my gold ring, the one that fell through the grates of our original house. I had hoped that our contractor, Florin might have unearthed it when the walls came down, but there was no gleaming gold in the rubble. I’ve accepted that my ring is the one treasure from the old house that didn’t make it back into the new one. So, I suppose there was some loss. I like to think a fancy squirrel is prancing around Toronto wearing it as a tiara.