I ordered the Locatr card the Saturday after that Friday-night research session. I was not expecting a dramatic difference. I had told myself I was buying it as a test, not a replacement for my existing setup.
The setup took under 45 seconds. I timed it. I had expected the same multi-step pairing process I had wrestled with on previous trackers. It was not that. The card appeared in my Find My app before I had finished reading the instruction card.
The first real trip was a domestic flight to Melbourne, two weeks after it arrived. I checked my bag at the counter and watched the dot move through the airport on my phone while I walked to the gate. Not approximate location. Not "last seen near Terminal 3." I watched it load into the cargo hold. I had never seen that before with any tracker I had used.
By the second trip, a longer haul through Singapore, I noticed I had stopped doing something. I had not taken the check-in photo. Not deliberately. I just got to the counter, dropped the bag, grabbed my receipt, and walked away. It took me until I was through security to realize I had not reached for my phone to document the bag's existence. The habit I had carried for two years simply had not fired.
By the third trip, I had removed the old coin-cell tracker from my bag entirely. The Locatr card was sitting in the luggage tag pocket, charged from a session two months prior, still showing full. The $420 worth of redundant devices I had assembled over two years was sitting in a drawer at home. I had not missed any of them.
I was at my desk at work one afternoon, between meetings, when a colleague asked if I had sorted out my "luggage situation", she had heard about Frankfurt. I had to think for a second before I remembered what she was referring to. The situation had stopped being a situation.