Oh Wallet, Where are Thou?

**I left my wallet in El Segundo. Universal Studios, Long Island City, and TGIF Friday’s Penn Station.

…Definitely not catchy enough to be a Tribe Called Quest song, but a recent scroll through my Facebook posts in search of a certain pic revealed that I seem to lose my wallet. Frequently. And post about it. This says a lot about me that I don’t particularly find interesting or positive.

Harry Potter Miracle?

Harry Potter Miracle?

Christmas Miracle.

Christmas Miracle.

Naturally, a comeback blog post seemed the perfect response.

Ever since my third and most traumatic wallet caper at Penn Station, I have been wallet shopping online and in real life, every chance I get. I am ever so picky about things like this and I am not trying to break the bank, so it’s led to a real rabbit hole type search for the perfect wallet.

Like, actual rabbits were involved.

Like, actual rabbits were involved.

In light of my recent realization that I’ve lost three wallets in less than one year (granted, two were returned to me and one was really just a little pineapple cosmetic case) I decided I do not deserve nice things. Last night I bought a vera bradley wallet online.  

I have thoughts about this:

1. I am neither a New England college student nor a suburban baby boomer. Of all the wallets, why this one?

2. Am I just getting older and don’t really care as much about my wallet and whether or not I am perceived as cool? ( you cannot open a vera bradley wallet at brunch and expect compliments, It just isn't going to happen.)

3. Is this motivated by a subconscious acknowledgement that I will lose this anyway so who cares?

4. OR is it a subconscious attempt to make decisions I know my Mom would be pleased with? 

5. Finally, is it possible that maybe, just maybe, I liked this wallet and had to think of reasons to try and hate it?I will be receiving my wallet in 3-9 business days because who would pay extra to expedite a vera bradley wallet? I haven't even received it and I'm already stuck in a complicated relationship this inanimate object. I am just going to hope that I don’t lose it and it isn’t stolen from me.

(Unless I hate it more than I expect to in which case I might “accidentally drop” it on the subway tracks.)