Things are things and that is that.

I woke up this morning to find that my car was broken into. Whoever it was left all four doors wide open, my garbage bag with my trash next to the car, a shoebox on the driveway, etc. My car was completely trashed. They took everything out and moved it around, including my radio, glove compartment, inner consul...
I couldn't believe it. They smashed my left passenger door to get in, and I think the only thing they actually took from my car was my backpack, along with a couple of pay stubs. I've called the credit bureau, my bank, insurance company, work, etc.
This just all really sucks. I feel incredibly violated-- I had notes, pictures, cards, letters... I suppose I shouldn't keep so much in my car, but I like having sentimental things with me at all times.
I'm so very grateful that my house wasn't broken into, and that they didn't steal everything that I did have in my car.
I'm scared about how much this is all going to cost, especially because I had to call into work because of it. I feel violated, because whoever it was has gotten a tiny little window into my life that they had no right to take. I'm rather ashamed that my car was so messy in the first place, and now it's strewn all over the driveway.

Now I'm just waiting. My stomach is in knots, because I keep feeling like someone's out there waiting for me. I know it's stupid, but this has really shaken me up. I've never had to deal with this kind of a thing before.

But I've been thinking. It was my car. It was not my home. That would have been much, much worse. I didn't have Anthony's birthday presents in my car anymore, so at least I have that. My radio wasn't taken, and that's my security blanket. My purse wasn't in the car, so I at least don't have to worry about those things.

Money is paper, and it's not even very pretty paper. It's convenient, but it's not what defines me. Money will always be money, no matter how much I have or do not have. A car is plastic, glass, and metal and other parts that I don't know of, and it can be fixed.

Don't get me wrong-- I'm really angry. I didn't need to spend my money on this, and it's really screwed up my week.

BUT, I wasn't hurt, no one I care about was hurt, and everything will be fine.

Maybe whoever it was needed money more than I do. Maybe they have horrible coping skills and needed to take it out on my car. Who knows, but I'll never be them. I think I'll take pride in that.