Missing…

The move went well. Better than I ever expected. Eight of my closest friends showed up – the boxes and furniture were out of the truck in less than an hour. I’ve spent the whole weekend unpacking. Nothing broken. Everything as packed. Except. Except that one box. That’s nowhere to be found. The one with all my bathroom and many of my kitchen items. All my towels. My bathmat. My dishrack. My tea kettle. Seemingly small items, but oh, so important.