#sol20- March 26, 2020
Last week I transferred most of my money to my US bank account. Having heard stories about life here in other emergencies I wanted to be sure my money would be safe (and really I should have been transferring money all along, but just never did). I also took a large chunk of money out in cash, leaving only a minimum in the account. I have a safe at home so rationalized that the money would be better off in my home where I could access it in an emergency, anticipating that the city might be under lockdown soon.
Last night I went out with the safe door open by mistake and upon returning a few hours later I locked it again and gave it no more thought. Early this morning I was trying to transfer money for my rent payment but needed to check my bank balance to be sure I had enough in the account before being paid on Friday. I grabbed my bank book from the safe to check my account number to enter it on the website. Kind of as a good luck sign I decided to look at my cash–and it was not in the wallet I keep in the safe… It also was not in the US wallet I keep there too.
I tried not to panic and continued on my mission, checking my balance and happily confirming I did have enough in the bank, so made the transfer. Meanwhile, I was engaging in a healthy dose of self-talk. “It’s only money,” I told myself. “If there is an emergency here I have enough people here I know can help out.”
Returning my bank book bank to the safe I unzipped the pouch it had been in and had a sudden flash of insight-the money had NOT been in the wallet, but rather in an envelope in that same pouch. With a feeling of calm I peeked inside and sure enough, there it was. Proving once again I have too many good hiding places and that panicking never solves problems. Phew, what a relief. I told a friend today, “Let me tell you about the time I lost $x000.” I was ready to laugh about it.