OKAY So you guys remember this post I made yesterday about how I lost my bag filled with all my stuff (art supplies, supernatural stuff, sentimental stuff, etc)? Well, also in that bag was a set of tarot cards that have been loyal and precious as hell to me for forever. Now, I can’t remember if I had posted this at all when I was back in Yellowknife, but I lost my cards there for about 3 days and they appeared in the alleyway of my mom’s new apartment that I hadn’t gone to until that point. I didn’t know if it was coincidence or what back then, but no matter what, I was severely grateful. Back to my point though, I lost the big bag of all my stuff on Friday (didn’t realize it was lost until last night). I left to go to the old old house (my whole family is here. The house finally sold and we are all getting what little we had left in the place out of it so the new people can move in) on Saturday. Now, take note that I have not been in this place for a long long time, as I haven’t needed to at all and frankly it breaks my heart a lot coming so I don’t usually.
So. My bag has been missing for 5 days. It was lost in an alleyway across the city. It had these Tarot cards in them.
So how the hell did these Tarot cards end up on the roof of my old house.
This is the window of my old room. The one I slept in for most of my life. That’s them on the other side of the roof, held in place by one of the metal things.
What the shit, cards. What the shit.
