Reunited!

I'll explain later.

It's later.

Before I studied abroad in Italy, my kind parents bought me a mini, travel-sized carebear for the trip. I own a full-sized carebear that I've had since age 3. Most people grow out of that stuff, but at 20 (and beyond) carebear and I were still pretty cool with each other. (Remind me of this when I express confusion over why I'm single.) Anyway, because I couldn't bring the real carebear abroad, my parents supplied me with the travel version.

Mini carebear came to Italy and he came to Sarajevo. He also stayed in Sarajevo when I left for Mostar. Oops! I kinda left him behind in the hostel. I realized what I had done shortly after I arrived in Mostar. After recovering from deep despair, I emailed the hostel with my story of woe, and they quickly responded that they had found Carebear and would keep him safe until I returned to Sarajevo.

About a week ago I did return, but when I went to the hostel no one was there. I figured they took Carebear and ran.

Don't worry. There's a happy ending. My dear friend Lisa, currently living in Sarajevo, went to the hostel on my behalf and rescued Carebear. On Thursday I went to Sarajevo for work, and we were reunited. Phew. I can sleep once again.

Note: When I was in Italy, one of my friends also lost a carebear in a hotel. Clearly, there is a European Carebear Conspiracy going on. You read it here first.