My cutting board has gone missing. It was given to me many years ago by my brother as a birthday gift. What? You think a cutting board is a strange gift? Not if you dont have one and it costs $12 and you don't have that kind of mad money. Once upon a time, $12 was a king's ransom to me.
I bought my first house house when I was 24 years old, back when the average mortgage rate was 12%. Yes, you heard that right. Even worse, I had an adjustable mortage and my rate went to 15%. (Good grief. today's mortgage market is sooooooo different. But that's the way it was back then.) So splurging on a cutting board was out of the question.
So, where did my beloved cutting board go? It wasn't an expensive gift, but it meant a lot to me. I'm heartbroken that it could just up and disappear. If nothing else, it was a humble reminder of how far I've come and I'm not so ungrateful that I couldn't still love something as seemingly expendible as a hunk of wood.
Do you have a humble-something you'd miss if it was suddenly gone?
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