I am on a bullet train and I have to transit at some interchange ahead to change lines. But I am so exhausted I let myself fall asleep anyway. I awake later to find that I have missed some stops and will now need to make a detour. The train has stopped at a station and looks like it is still waiting for passengers to get off and on. Without much hesitation, I stand up and hop right out. I walk out of the station to get across to the opposite platform. My body feels weightless and I start to panick when I don’t feel my bag slinged over me. I must have left it on the train. I turn around to see that the train has left. I scurry around to find a phone or someone who can direct me how to report a loss item to the train control people. I walk around and find one shop just opening up. It is unfortunate I do not speak or understand Japanese. The anxiety is growing and I am worried my personal belongings are forever lost in a foreign country. I am running late and now I also have no money and no phone. I attempt to check myself thoroughly again and begin to scan myself from head to toe, feeling my body with my hands all around. Low and behold, I feel my bag. It is right there on me now. How is it possible for me to miss it? A sense of relief sweeps right over me. I grin and repeat to myself, all is well. I have it on me all along. I have not lost it. It is just me standing in unfamiliar territory and trying to find my footing. And so I continue to be a little kinder to myself as I learn to trust me all over again.