I started losing my car several years ago.
I easily lost it in parking lots and on the street. Even better, I began losing it in my own neighborhood. I would walk in circles around my neighborhood, making myself late for everything, just trying to remember where I had last left my little black Civic.
One night I met my brother and his kids for food and music in Silver Spring, a part of town I tend to get confused in anyway since it’s gotten much bigger and busier in recent years. We had a great time, as always, and then walked back to the multilevel garage where we had both parked. After walking around two levels where I was sure I had parked, my brother drove me around the lot until I found the car.
My niece, maybe about 7 years old at that time, suggested that next time I take a picture of where my car is parked.
Best. Advice. Ever.
And now I photograph everything.
The history of my car’s whereabouts can now be found in my phone and I have cut way back on being late from car loss.
My nephew’s best piece of recent advice was to unplug devices, not just turn them off.
I no longer debate with myself over whether I turned my curling iron off before I left home.
I still need to find ways of not losing my keys inside of the house.
Maybe it’s time to start taking house key selfies.