Moving has been... interesting.  It's always a bit of a challenge adjusting to a new space and a new routine, especially for someone like me who kind of needs order, but that's for another post.  On top of that, I'm adjusting to living alone, which has special challenges. For example, on the "curious" side of that spectrum, I got a bottle of wine to have with my dinner last Saturday.  I've had a glass every night since then and I STILL somehow have half a bottle left! I think wine pixies are sneaking into my house and refilling it while I'm sleeping... If you follow me on Twitter, you might have known that I lost my wallet on Halloween- literally the day before I moved.  Lucky for me, someone turned it in to the front office of my office building.  Of course, I had already canceled/replaced my cards and whatnot, but at least I got the wallet back, along with a $10 Starbucks gift card and some other "sentimental" things.

Now, I lost my wallet AGAIN this last Sunday night!  Having just gone through this whole process, I was beating myself up a LOT for this.  I don't have familiar places in my new apartment in which I place my keys/wallet/change and whatnot, so I had to investigate every conceivable spot three or four times before I was satisfied that it was not there.  I drove to every space I'd remembered occupying between paying for dinner and going to sleep.  Nothing.  I called the police department and checked craigslist (where I even posted a "lost" ad).  Nothing.

I was thinking about how awful the next day would be: I wouldn't have my bus pass, the campus card office is offline, so I would have to beg coworkers to be let in and out of my office, I wouldn't be able to work out, I'd have to visit the DMV again (shudder), I'd have no access to money, I'd have to cancel my credit card again and pay replacement fees on all of those things, when suddenly, I got a message in my e-mail inbox:

"New Message from Vanessa on Facebook"

I assumed it was a friend of mine of the same name who was asking to become online friends, but I opened it:

Vanessa sent you a message.

-------------------- Subject: Wallet

Hey I have your wallet. I found it in my friends kitchen. are you in Boulder or away for the week... I will be around so just let me know what you would like me to do with it. feel free to call me. my number is XXX XXX XXXX

- Vanessa --------------------

I can't even tell you how quickly my mood changed!  It was like the end of "How the Grinch Stole Christmas;" my heart increased by several sizes.  Apparently, someone found it on the sidewalk and popped it in their mailbox.  This kind person actually took the time to look me up online.  I didn't get to meet her, but she left my wallet in a safe space for me and I retrieved it last night.

Vanessa, whoever you are, I thank you SO much!  And Facebook, you have proven to be more than just a way to waste time!