the girl in the green scarf

I like my things. I really do. I go through these random complexes of thinking I have too much stuff but then I just kind of brush it off.

I like my things, I really do. But if you eliminated anything from my closet or even my mustard yellow desk, I would be completely fine.

For the most part none of this stuff defines me. I don't have an emotional attachment to any of it. 

Except one thing. People that know me would agree. I have one accessory that I wear almost every single day. The green scarf. One of those Indian Pashmina scarves. I got it in South Africa at this random music/culture festival called in Innibos. I spent maybe $10 on the thing and had no idea what I was getting into. For the next 2 1/2 years I would wear this scarf like it was my best friend. It's been on so many adventures with me from the grand canyon, oklahoma, oregon, indiana, germany, scotland, london, south africa, zimbabwe, mozambique, the list goes on. It keeps me warm. It goes with everything. I get more compliments on it that anything I've ever worn. It has been with me through every range of emotions.

I wear it everyday until now. 

The other day, Eli and I were going on one of our adventures before we picked up Ryan from school. I remember having the scarf. Then all of a sudden I didn't. Just gone. I called anywhere I could think. I've checked the school lost and found 2 times now. Nothing. 

It is gone. 

I feel like a part of me is gone.

It's silly to think that a piece of material could have this impact but there was something about it. This is probably the only thing in my closet that I've considered crying over. It was one of those pieces that I pictured me handing down to my "future" daughter and telling her stories of the girl in the green scarf.