Not Without My Hoodie

I lost my zipper hoodie in the London airport. I loved that hoodie. It was perfect for Scotland: super thick, soft, and with lots of extra pockets. I hung it on a hook in the restroom, momentarily forgot it, and it was gone by time I went back to retrieve it.

Kevin and I made a run to the nearest lost-and-found, but it wasn’t there, and we had our connecting flight to catch – without the comfort of a hoodie. Those of you who wear hoodies and cardigans as comfortable armor will understand.  I needed to get another hoodie.

As we began our Scotland adventures, in every store we passed that might sell hoodies, I popped inside. I found many hoodies right away, but they were pull-over instead of zipper-hoodies. My fuzzy armor has to be easy to remove or I get the sensation of being trapped in it, so the search continued. A few days into the trip, I finally found a zipper hoodie, but I refused to walk around with “Highlander Cow” in large letters printed across my chest, so the search continued.

When I finally found the perfect hoodie, it even had my name on it. You can guess the location where I found it. All was well again.

Fast-forward about a week and several destinations later, and we woke up to a fire alarm at our hotel. We immediately grabbed our travel vests since they always have our essentials (passport, money, medication, phone, etc.). Then I grabbed (mismatched) socks and shoes conveniently by the door and wondered, is there anything else before heading to the exit?  Yes! I turned back long enough to grab my hoodie. Everything else could burn to the ground just so long I had my Kevin, my travel vest, and my blessed hoodie. #Priorities