Just like with packing, the more I unpack, the more I find to unpack.
It is possible for me to lose one of the largest books I own -- my Yale Complete Shakespeare. For 2 friggin' years. How did I accomplish that feat? Apparently, I move in mysterious ways, my wonders to behold. Or, more properly, to not behold, to want to behold, to wonder where might be behidden, damn it, to give up on, and then behold completely unexpectedly. Hallelujah chorus optional, your mileage may vary, professional driver on a closed course.
Gosh, but finding the hammer and nails would sure make hanging things up easier, don't you think?