ADPressions

 
On my recent trip to Las Vegas to work a tradeshow, I had an interesting thing happen.  The day before I was to travel home, I had shipped out all of my stuff on our truck except for some clothes to change into for my travel day.  I kept a few extra things just in case.  I had only my rolling computer bag and a small brief bag.  I packed everything up tightly so that it would be a breeze to pass through security at the air ports.  I had every nick and cranny filled with something!
 
It was finally time to head for the air port.  I checked out of my room from the TV and grabbed my rolling bag, placed the small brief bag around the extended handle and opened the door to part.  I looked back to make sure I took everything.  Out of the corner of my eye I see my plain white t-shirt that I wore under my dress shirt the day before.  I go to get it... but I have absolutely no where to pack it.  Everything is filled to the point the zippers are stressed.  I lay it back on the bed and say goodbye to it.
 
Every so often during my trip home, a thought of that shirt lying on the bed in the hotel room would appear momentarily.  I would shrug it off, but it would appear eventually again during the trip and through out the following weekend.  I ask myself, "Am I insane to miss this t-shirt?".  I'm not sure why this t-shirt, being left in the hotel has played such a role in my thoughts.  The shirt left behind has not been forgotten... in thought, but it is gone from the physical.  My mind puzzles with the idea and the word "forgotten" over this t-shirt.  I chuckle because I believe it doesn't understand the difference of being left behind and forgotten.  Or is it possible my mind is trying to correlate what has happened with this t-shirt to some other aspect of my life.  Am I strange to have this or these thoughts?  It is only a t-shirt, right?  Because I am thinking enough about it to write this, it certainly isn't forgotten... or not?