I had this issue for a while but about a decade ago I stumbled upon someone who said “every thing should have it’s own home, and you put that thing where it lives” and it becomes somehow a lot easier.

Living with other people throws a spanner in the works but at least the thing is there much more often.

There should be a small sliver saying “in my hand (I’m not aware of that)”

I got sorta (not really sorta) manic for a month and cleaned our home and rearranged everything so that it’d make more sense. I have no idea where some things are. I developed a system that I don’t recall.

My pattern is that when I finally give up looking for something and make a definite decision to replace it or make do with something else, within a couple seconds I randomly look right at whatever I was searching for. It happens so consistently I’m sure it’s a brain pattern. My theory is that part of me knows where the thing is but doesn’t let the information rise to my consciousness because the search is a fun game. Then when I sincerely decide to quit looking, the game is over so there’s no point hiding it anymore.

The worst thing when you think you did purple but it was actually green

I can’t find my dog’s undercoat comb. I just used it like 3 days ago, and there’s only 2 places I ever put it. It isn’t in either place. 😮‍💨

Sometimes I swear I must have spacial blindness. I can check an area 7 times and not see the thing I’m looking for even though it’s there.

It’s in your pocket. Yes it is, just check

…I found it. You left it in Antarctica.