Jul 19, 2009 11:49
On Friday, I put the majority of my material possessions into my car and headed for the bay area. First stop, Santa Cruz.
I parked my car in what I was told was a very safe location. I put most of everything in the trunk; a duffel and a laundry were in the backseat, covered with a blanket.
After a fantastic night, we walk back to our cars en route to get breakfast.
My car window is smashed in.
The majority of my material possessions are now gone. I didn't leave much in my apartment, as I won't be back there until January. Everything. Laptop, hard drive, ipod, both my cameras, EVERY last piece of gear I needed for my trip. Everything I've written on a computer since I was 13. All of my photos and music. MY PASSPORT. My dresses, novels, and the journal/sketchpad which I have been writing/drawing in for a year. Now who the hell wants DRESSES AND NOVELS?!
So now here I sit at my parents house, my worldly possessions limited quite literally to the clothes I have on my back.
It's quite the strange feeling.