I know there are so many more important things going on in the world, but I’m crying with happiness in my apartment alone and I just wanted to share my joy because one of the best things I could ever have dreamed of just happened to me!

When I moved into my apartment more than five years ago, it was a rush! Quickly I learned that cupboard & drawer space was scarce. Boxes & bags were everywhere! In the exciting process of trying to shove my life into the first home I had ever owned, I lost something important.

It was a ring that had been my grandmother’s, & when she died, my mum gave it to me. From that moment, I wore it everyday, taking it off only to run. My sister was given a bracelet which was sadly stolen, so she & my mum decided to get rings made to match & symbolise our bond

I can’t recall the exact details of how I lost the ring but it had always been slightly too big. In the chaos of the move, it must have slipped off my finger & I realised too late that it was gone. I retraced my steps but the place was a wreck & my search bore nothing.

I tried to console myself with the knowledge that it would turn up, that it had (hopefully) been lost in my apartment and so at least it wasn’t at risk of being picked up and carried away, or lost beneath dirt somewhere.

I’ve searched for it often over the past five years. I’ve unpacked cupboards and drawers. Moved furniture, the fridge, the washing machine (anything not bolted in really). It never turned up. But I didn’t give up hope that it would.

And today, it did.

For some reason, this morning I got the idea into my head that I needed to go through the drawers once more. I’ve done it before so I didn’t expect to find anything. And yet. There it was. As plain as day. In a drawer I’d unpacked 100 times. Just waiting for me to do it again.

I know I’m being wildly over dramatic about this, but I cannot tell you what this means to me...

And I am never, ever taking it off again.