you never think it will happen to you...until it does
This morning one of the worst things happened. When my mom and I went to the garage, we noticed that both doors were opened and both of my parents' cars (parked inside) and mine (parked outside) had been broken into, stuff was ripped out and strewn around, and a lot of things had been stolen. A LOT of things. The preliminary estimate by the cop was $1400. They stole from me a lot of little stuff, which is very annoying but I'll be reimbursed and can buy it again...what I'm the most upset about is they stole my backpack and my day planner...both of which had not only my schoolbooks but a LOT of sentimental stuff (such as the letter Kumi wrote me the night she left, Christmas presents Janette bought me in Korea, pictures and notes, etc.) I'm so upset. Why would someone take that? That stuff was worthless for anyone but me. I'm gonna put up notices ($200, no questions asked) but the cop said they probally threw it all in the river. As if that's not bad enough, they stole the garage door opener. The cop said they were probally casing tonight to come back later and use the garage door opener to get in. So now not only am I upset, I'm scared. And my parents want me to house-sit next week?!?!?! I told my mom straight up NO FUCKING WAY. Not unless they buy me a gun or a serious guard dog. A big one. (I'm exaggerating about the gun, but as much as I love Daphne moments like this REALLY make me miss Gracie, our 150 pound Irish Wolfhound who was sweet but super-protective of me. We need another dog like that in our house.) The bottom line is that I don't feel safe in my own home anymore.