I enjoy using my AirPods. I was not sure about them initially, but the ability to listen to music when I am otherwise occupied is pretty cool. Then, if someone calls me, their voice magically bumps in seamlessly.

 

The other day when I drove home, I realized that they were no longer in my pocket. I retraced my steps, but it was dark and I could not find them. John helped me click on the app that goes looking. A text said that ten minutes ago they were 700 feet down the road. We hopped back in the car and headed back, slowly trying to see a white box in the dark. We both got out and walked around, even going back up to the house I had recently been in. Then John said he believed they were back in our driveway again. We drove back. 

 

As he watched the circle and waited for the signal, I pulled up by our path. 

 

"They are in arm's reach" he said. I looked in the crack beside my seat and there it was. 

 

I felt like Dorothy, having clicked her heels three times. 

 

Sometimes I go looking for answers in a million places. World events or for that matter local events rattle me, and I feel lost. I feel like I am in the dark about things that feel dangerous, or hopeless. 

 

Then sometimes I remember to look much closer to Home.