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You know those times people always say you think it'll never happen to you?
I had a great holiday. I saw my family, ran into some friends, and more or less made out pretty well in the gift department. It was a great two-day relaxation from the hectic pace of my break thus far. For those who weren't already up to date, I've been working a lot on the fan film for Power Rangers that's set to film in about two or three weeks. It's been requiring so much attention that I had to go home earlier this evening so I could work on it some more and prepare a to-do list for tomorrow. My family was going to be busy this week anyway, so my dad drove me back to my place around sevenish.
I had him drop me in front and told him to drive to the back. I don't have keys for the back through the garage, so I have to go through my front door and open the back. Keep in mind it's 7:45pm on the 26th and the last I left it was 11:00pm on Christmas Eve. I noticed all of the lights were on and assumed my roommate had gotten home early. I walked in and went straight for the back, when I realized the back door was open. Not only was it open, it was busted inwards - pieces of door and frame were everywhere. I just kept walking and opened the garage door, standing still and processing as it opened up. I walked up to my dad's window. "Dad, could you get out and come inside with me? Someone broke in."
Yes. Sometime on Christmas Day, someone broke into my apartment. One of the people in my building neglected to shut the garage door when they left, and in the meantime someone came in from the alley, kicked in our back door, and got into the apartment. Most everything was intact - things didn't look to rifled through, and only one thing seemed to be missing. My laptop. Two and a half years worth of documents, pictures, programs, and anything else you can think of. Gone.
My DVD players, TV, camera, scanner, printer.. all there. My roommate's laptop? Still there. We gathered they must've been scared off, because it looked like everything was unhooked in a hurry. They only took the laptop and half the power cord (that connects to the A/C adapter thing), but apparently had enough time for them (or someone else) to sit on my bed and look at the morpher props for the fan film (which look like cell phones).
I can't even begin to describe what I felt like. It wasn't just losing the computer and what it had on it. I just felt so violated and vulnerable. I felt like I couldn't take off my shoes, or touch anything. I felt like it wasn't even my apartment, and it wasn't me there - I was watching it all. I kept collapsing into these fits of hysterical crying which would turn into hysterical laughter, and I can't explain any of it. I just didn't know what to do. I still don't.
The police came and told me they'd come the day before but couldn't do a write-up until residents were home. One partner made small talk while the other wrote out the report, and it just didn't feel real. I called the realtor and their emergency line for the guy to fix the door, and then the evidence technician came. Watching my belongings being dusted for fingerprints, being told he'd have to take mine if they found any.. I can't describe it.
I'm still not really sure how I feel about everything. I know I have to keep going with everything, but I don't know how. It's like, there should be steps or a manual to getting back to my routine, but there's not. There's just day by day, little by little. I feel like I don't have any order right now, like nothing is for sure. I feel like when I wake up tomorrow, I won't know what to do.
My dad told me to start looking at new computers, but it's weird. I mean, I was looking at new computers for the hell of it a few days ago. Looking at them when you actually need one is.. weird. It's like, I don't know when it's okay to actually buy one instead of hoping mine will show up somewhere. The police suggested calling local pawn shops and stuff, but still.. when do I start calling? When do I stop?
Everything's just so uncertain at the moment and I'm not quite sure what to do next. Even now, all I can think about is what's next. It's what I always think about. What do I have to do? And now there's this giant thing that I have to do and deal with that I have no idea how to. All I know is that I was going to have to spend a lot of money on this production, and now, on top of that, I have to worry about getting a new computer and getting all of my old programs back.
I normally wouldn't do this as my friends would attest, but if any of you has even $1 to spare, I could really use your help. It would go towards both my production and getting a new computer. Sometimes we have to admit when we need help, and I need help.
If that doesn't work, my PayPal address is haydenwestphotography - @ - yahoo.com (delete the spaces and hyphens - just using that so spambots don't pick up the address). I appreciate help from anyone.
The guy's supposed to come tomorrow and replace the door. I'm getting the alarm system turned on. I'm not a fan of this.
I really need to see my 533 crew and relax and distract myself. Holding out for New Year's Eve.
I had a great holiday. I saw my family, ran into some friends, and more or less made out pretty well in the gift department. It was a great two-day relaxation from the hectic pace of my break thus far. For those who weren't already up to date, I've been working a lot on the fan film for Power Rangers that's set to film in about two or three weeks. It's been requiring so much attention that I had to go home earlier this evening so I could work on it some more and prepare a to-do list for tomorrow. My family was going to be busy this week anyway, so my dad drove me back to my place around sevenish.
I had him drop me in front and told him to drive to the back. I don't have keys for the back through the garage, so I have to go through my front door and open the back. Keep in mind it's 7:45pm on the 26th and the last I left it was 11:00pm on Christmas Eve. I noticed all of the lights were on and assumed my roommate had gotten home early. I walked in and went straight for the back, when I realized the back door was open. Not only was it open, it was busted inwards - pieces of door and frame were everywhere. I just kept walking and opened the garage door, standing still and processing as it opened up. I walked up to my dad's window. "Dad, could you get out and come inside with me? Someone broke in."
Yes. Sometime on Christmas Day, someone broke into my apartment. One of the people in my building neglected to shut the garage door when they left, and in the meantime someone came in from the alley, kicked in our back door, and got into the apartment. Most everything was intact - things didn't look to rifled through, and only one thing seemed to be missing. My laptop. Two and a half years worth of documents, pictures, programs, and anything else you can think of. Gone.
My DVD players, TV, camera, scanner, printer.. all there. My roommate's laptop? Still there. We gathered they must've been scared off, because it looked like everything was unhooked in a hurry. They only took the laptop and half the power cord (that connects to the A/C adapter thing), but apparently had enough time for them (or someone else) to sit on my bed and look at the morpher props for the fan film (which look like cell phones).
I can't even begin to describe what I felt like. It wasn't just losing the computer and what it had on it. I just felt so violated and vulnerable. I felt like I couldn't take off my shoes, or touch anything. I felt like it wasn't even my apartment, and it wasn't me there - I was watching it all. I kept collapsing into these fits of hysterical crying which would turn into hysterical laughter, and I can't explain any of it. I just didn't know what to do. I still don't.
The police came and told me they'd come the day before but couldn't do a write-up until residents were home. One partner made small talk while the other wrote out the report, and it just didn't feel real. I called the realtor and their emergency line for the guy to fix the door, and then the evidence technician came. Watching my belongings being dusted for fingerprints, being told he'd have to take mine if they found any.. I can't describe it.
I'm still not really sure how I feel about everything. I know I have to keep going with everything, but I don't know how. It's like, there should be steps or a manual to getting back to my routine, but there's not. There's just day by day, little by little. I feel like I don't have any order right now, like nothing is for sure. I feel like when I wake up tomorrow, I won't know what to do.
My dad told me to start looking at new computers, but it's weird. I mean, I was looking at new computers for the hell of it a few days ago. Looking at them when you actually need one is.. weird. It's like, I don't know when it's okay to actually buy one instead of hoping mine will show up somewhere. The police suggested calling local pawn shops and stuff, but still.. when do I start calling? When do I stop?
Everything's just so uncertain at the moment and I'm not quite sure what to do next. Even now, all I can think about is what's next. It's what I always think about. What do I have to do? And now there's this giant thing that I have to do and deal with that I have no idea how to. All I know is that I was going to have to spend a lot of money on this production, and now, on top of that, I have to worry about getting a new computer and getting all of my old programs back.
I normally wouldn't do this as my friends would attest, but if any of you has even $1 to spare, I could really use your help. It would go towards both my production and getting a new computer. Sometimes we have to admit when we need help, and I need help.
If that doesn't work, my PayPal address is haydenwestphotography - @ - yahoo.com (delete the spaces and hyphens - just using that so spambots don't pick up the address). I appreciate help from anyone.
The guy's supposed to come tomorrow and replace the door. I'm getting the alarm system turned on. I'm not a fan of this.
I really need to see my 533 crew and relax and distract myself. Holding out for New Year's Eve.