Let’s add these to the list of strange things you find when you move:

Wisdom teeth

My name written in Hebrew

Bag-o-underwear (which I will never, ever, ever wear again - none of them are flattering!)

Volkswagen pen with the little Beetle on top that you detach and roll around on the desk

Cash (I’m a dollaraire!)

Another Starbucks gift card - I won’t have to pay for grande soy chai tea lattes for awhile

Play-Doh - and how! (I think I’m most excited about this little discovery…)

Also while packing I found boxes that I never unpacked when I moved out of Michael’s townhouse to my first apartment in Dilworth. Don’t call me a slacker! I know exactly what’s in them…sort of. They’re full of bric-à-brac that I could almost certainly live without, but I can’t bring myself to purge these vestiges. I guess instead I’ll do what I’ve done with them for 3 years and turn all-too-scare closet space into a mausoleum. I think in this most recent move I’ll have at least one more box - maybe two - to add to this complete waste of space. But at least I have Play Doh.

… full recovery!