The Stuff is Being Liberated

I am still astounded at how acutely the loss of control over my stuff affected me.  I like my stuff but I'm not married to it, and it still choked me to see it slowly slip out of my control.  I was in my house and I knew where everything was.  I was Master of My Things, lord of the manor.  Then the movers packed some of it, unseen in boxes, and my control weakened; the the boxes were stuffed in a truck; then the truck drove away, into the cold, into the dark, into the night.  I was left with a small valise of Very Important Stuff.

All of the stuff showed up two weeks later, of course.  Some of it was a little worse for the trip but that was to be expected.  The stuff had a long journey.  We still haven't found some things and others show up in the weirdest places. 

"I found your sock caps!"  SuperK will yell triumphantly.  "It was in the box with the chain saw, some drapes, and all of the baking supplies.

How did it get in there?  I think some of the things have been cross pollinating.