The Master and Margarita, by Mikhail Bulgakov, is my absolute favorite book. I have read it 3+ times and it gains meaning every time. About two years ago I lost my copy. I was crushed as it had years of annotations inside and a lot of memories. This was the first book to make me cry sheerly from the power of the words inside. It hurt to lose it.

Today, I have another copy. I decided to go to Amazon and find the translation I had last time and just buy it again. I am so glad I did. After reading the first line, "One hot spring evening, just as the sun was going down, two men appeared at Patriarch's Ponds," a huge smile crept across my face. As much as I'm loving Life of Pi, I may have to put it down to go through Master again.

In the same package, I got Self's Breakfast with Girls, an album I lost probably three years ago. I had downloaded it a while ago but it was on my old computer and is gone. I remembered quickly why this album stayed in my car for over a year. It is such a wonderful balance of pop, warmth, tight production and fun song writing.

It feels good to reconnect with these bits of my past.

Have you ever lost anything and then rediscovered or repurchased the same item?