Three or so years ago, when I returned from a cross-country trip (I’d flown), I opened my suitcase—and inside it was sprinkled with glitter confetti. You know the sort of thing I mean: metallic, sparkly, squares and circles and a myriad colors.
There was a lot of glitter. Immediately noticeable. My clothes were covered in it. I saved what was in the bottom in a Ziploc bag, which I still have on my desk. Where in the world did it come from? I was traveling at Christmas—did the TSA sprinkle a little glitter cheer inside when they opened my bag?
I still have no idea.
And now I have a second mystery. When I arrived in Ireland last fall, I opened my suitcase to get out some things I’d brought for Bridie, and a mother-of-pearl bead fell out onto the floor. Odd. I picked it up and put it in a little zippered bag I travel with. During the trip, which was three weeks long, these beads continued to show up at random times.
Trust me when I say I had that suitcase opened and closed and rearranged a zillion times, so you’d think if they were there I’d have found them all at once. But no—they’d just pop out of nowhere, days apart. Some are flat(ish) with a hole in the center, some are thicker and the hole runs from top to bottom. Toward the end of the trip I found a spherical one. The day we got home I found a little cube and another flat one. It is the most mysterious thing …!