important thing

this morning, i headed to the local loblaws early, trying to get some milk; i dont drink milk, but housemate does. and as he's got such crap immunity, i thought i would go get it for him.  shop was bit mad, and everyone was crossed that things move 'so slow.'
*glad i dont have to go into that shop for awhile. there's LOTS of entitlement going on, lol.

when i got to the cashier, i realized that i could not find my grocery bag. so i paid for stuff, and then went back into the shop, looking for this bag. it was nowhere to be found, after doing 3 full round of the whole shop, so i left.

i asked at the main office of my building, to see if anyone had picked up an orange reusable bag with a doggie on it, and by chance, a contract worker who was chilling by the lobby said he's seen it.

'ive seen you go out today, and there was an orange cloth bag at the back. and a caretaker picked it up and put it in one of the garbage steel dump load.'

he came out with me, as i ran outside, and pointed to the dump carts on the corner.  i tried to lift the lids and take a look, but the lids were too heavy and there was no easy way i couldve got into take a look.

so sometime today, it will be on its way to landfill, wondering why it's been suddenly abandoned.
im really angry with myself for losing it.

it's an envirosax i got back in 2008. i went to visit a friend who was having a super crappy wk, on a whim, from lincoln, nebraska, to madison, wisconsin. we walked around madison, and along with beer cheese bread, it was one of the things i bought on that visit.

since then, it literally went everywhere with me.
however, it was such an 'insignificant' item that i dont even have a picture of it, hahaha.

and now it's gone.
since 2007, it's carried so many things.
lunches, books, dirty and clean clothings, money, fruits...

i feel really crappy about life now.
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in middle of writing this, i could not help myself, so i looked for a replacement. and lo and behold, there are some deadstock! ive ordered and i hope it gets delivered.

i get super attached to my things.
i understand that sending for a replacement really isnt the same as the original thing, but sometimes i cannot help myself and so i make silly decisions.

i thought may be i should let it go and not continue this unreasonable attachment, but i could not get the idea out of my head- of getting another one. so i will.

i will miss bag 1. it hurts.
and i hope bag 2 will stay with me a little bit longer....

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