There are people who always know where their passport is. It is not a personality trait. It is one decision, made once, about where passports live, and then never made again.
Order is mostly the absence of repeated decisions. Every object without a home costs a small negotiation each time you meet it, and forty of those a day is most of what feeling scattered actually consists of. Give one thing a place this week — keys, chargers, the letters that need answering. The relief is out of all proportion to the effort.