Yesterday was a really bad day, a *really* bad day. I’ve had “off days” or unpleasant days before, but I have been blessed enough to not really experience too many horrific ones. I can count the terrible days of my life on one hand. For being a 22yr old girl, I think that’s pretty great. Never the less, I can honestly say that yesterday was one of the worst days of my life.
Our house was being fumigated this past Monday and Tuesday so while I was in a hotel by my work, my brother was at a friends house and my parents took the dogs up to Big Bear to take a vacation; a much deserved, first vacation they have taken since their honeymoon (which was, from what I hear, horrible itself, due to being sea sick.). Tuesday night I had dinner with friends and watched a movie and it was a fantastic night. I had a good sleep that night and woke up early to curl my hair and look cute for work. [haha] Unfortunately all that was out the window with a simple message. My parents got a call from the exterminators that morning saying our house had been broken into. Because my parents were in Big Bear, my brother and I needed to rush over to the house, since it would be hours before they could make it home. So I got coverage at work and rushed home.
The drive there was weird. I kept trying to imagine what our house would look like, trying to think of things that I would be heartbroken if were taken. But it didn’t really feel real. It didn’t really feel like it was OUR house that was robbed. And then two things crossed my mind that I needed to be there when I got home. Two things I knew had to have been taken. Sure if my electronics were missing, my clothes or shoes or something else with some value it would completely suck. However there were two things that I was racing home for, hoping that by chance, whoever these people were would have overlooked them.
I got home and the police were leaving. I walked in and my brother was home, told me what I couldn’t touch and showed me where they broke in. I ran to my room and it was trashed. Ransacked. Clothes thrown around, dressers moved from against the wall, my chair thrown over, Jaxon pack and play thrown across the room. A wreck. My eyes darted past it all though, and searched frantically for my objects I desired, that were missing from my nightstand, their rightful place. I pushed through the mess and dug around and what I feared would be taken, was gone. My Grandma’s jewelry box that I acquired after her death, gone. And in it, along with all of my collection of $2 Forever21 jewelry, her wedding band and engagement ring, an adorable set that my mother and I adored, of course, gone. Along with all of our electronics, of course; t.v.’s, computers, game consoles and our water cooler. I mean, really? Who the frig steals a water cooler? Haha that is the one comical thing to come of it all. Thirsty much?
Anyway, needless to say, yesterday was horrific. As the day progressed, it began to sink in more and more that, it was my things that were taken, my house that was broken into, my family who was robbed. It still isn’t a full reality to me though, this morning I woke up and wanted to go on Pinterest and decide how to do my hair today, and as I walked out into the living room to hop on the computer, I saw, there isn’t one. -__- But as the day goes on, just like yesterday I am realizing more and more that this is real. That strangers were in my house, in my room. And that, along with my Grandma’s missing things, is the worst. I feel completely violated. All of my belongings had some strangers hands all of them. My personal boxes of personal things, gone through. My entire room has been occupied by low life, disgusting, heartless strangers. And they know what I look like, what my family looks like. My room is covered with pictures of me and my friends. They know whose room they got that flat screen from, whose room they got the jewelry from. They could be walking past me on the street, secretly thinking “I have your things, I know where you live, I know what your room looks like, what you enjoy, your style, your friends. I’ve been in your most private of places.” That is completely freaky. I can’t be in my room without thinking it. Sleeping was difficult last night. I feel unsafe and violated there.
Yet, despite circumstance, I am so completely blessed by the company I keep. I am not writing this in search of pity. I despise pity on myself. I despise weakness in myself. But I know a lot of people are wondering, because of tweets or Facebook or from hearing a little bit about it, what the heck went on. So I wanted to inform you all. And I wanted to explain that despite the horribleness of yesterday, I am not blind to the love my Savoir, displayed through some amazing people. The support team around me is fantastic, by far. If anything, yesterday showed me just how lucky I am that my God views me as worthy enough to be loved by such amazing people. The texts from people who have already heard of the news, were touching and so appreciated. The prayers by everyone, as well. Thank you to everyone who hit me up via text or Facebook yesterday. But I wanted to take a second to specifically talk to the people who went completely out of their way yesterday, to keep my emotions calmed and my mind at ease. So thank you Brittany, Korie, Nate and Jolie. The four of you who allowed me to mope as much as I wanted, made me laugh, kept me company, covered my work shift and went out of your ways to convey love and empathy for me. Know that I could never take any of you for granted, and that your efforts yesterday were more than appreciated. I couldn’t have gotten though yesterday in one piece without the four of you. You guys are amazing.
So although yesterday was one of my top 5 worst days of my life, it will also be remembered as a day that I was shown just how blessed I am, even without some of the material things I loved most.
I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone O Lord, make me dwell in safety. Psalms 4:8
I will hold on to this scripture for the nights to come.
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