I lost my baby

Sadness.

I feel extreme sadness, I feel like I have lost a child.

A chunky, charming, vintage baby.

I laid my eyes on it yesterday, and I knew it was special.

Extremely difficult and expensive to transport it back to Sweden, but it didn't matter. I knew I had to have it, and that we would be together forever and make each other happy.

Well, it would make me happy anyway.

I would sit on it and drink my morning coffee in its silent presence, and learn all about architectural procurement methods while it supported me. It would listen carefully when I shared my stories of life and it would never complain if I came home too late or slept all day.

AND it would improve my life by looking gorgeous and being awesome in general.

So this morning I woke up early to start investigating options for its journey to Sweden. After a call to DHL, I was informed that it would cost approximately £1200. Ouch. Whatever, I was sure there'd be an other way, even if I'd personally have to drag it to Stockholm on a provisional trolley made of recycled wheelchair parts. I would have done it.

So I closed my laptop and ran down to the shop. 3 minutes too late.

THREE MINUTES?!!!

The thief who stole my baby from its rightful owner and biological mother (yeah, that's how close we would have been, my baby and I) left when I entered.

And when the tragic news were delivered to me, I felt so empty.

So sad.

We were SO close, and then I lost my child.

I don't think I'll be trying for a new one any time soon to be honest.

The emotional pain is still too strong.