It was raining when I woke up yesterday, so no more waterfalls. I just headed for Portland. Paula had plans for us to go to happy hour, and I was worried about getting dressed up and stuff, and then I found out that happy hour just means going to a friend's house and letting the kids run around and the husbands hang out in the garage while the ladies sit around and drink wine/rum & cokes. It was a really fun evening except for when Brian texted and said my house had been broken into.
It looks like not much was stolen, because I really don't have anything valuable in terms of electronics and stuff. But my jewelry was all stolen. The custom opal ring my mom had made for me. The necklace from ancient Israel. My Fearless necklace and Coach bracelet and a bunch of Keep Collective charms and my Cubs earrings and my manatee earrings.. Only a few of those things were valuable and sentimental, but it's still going to be expensive to replace them. I have renter's insurance, but paying that deductible was not in my budget right now.
I just feel like this past year has been one crisis after another. Three car thefts and a home invasion. My car dying. My grandma dying. Ovarian cysts. It's funny, because if anyone asked I'd say that life in SLC has been great. I do love my job, and the outdoors, and my new friends, and I had Kris and that was great. But none of this crazy bad stuff ever happened to me in Phoenix or Chicago! My car never broke down on me. I lived in "bad" neighborhoods, but nothing bad ever happened except occasionally overhearing the neighbors' drama. I know I should go home to see exactly what's missing, but I really don't want to. After my car was broken into the third time, I started worrying that it would escalate and someone would try to break into my place, but I told myself I was just being paranoid. But what if this was the same person (at least a few of these times)? What if this guy has figured out that I live alone? I mean, I can't imagine that they'd want to come back after getting in and being disappointed by my lack of stuff, but who knows? I don't think I'm going to feel safe there now.
I'm just so relieved that Brian is staying there while I'm gone, but I feel terrible he's had to deal with this.
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