It's been a hot minute..

So a lot has happened since I last put in a update. After my drill weekend, I of course still didn't get hardly any hours at the theater. I worked Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday that week and then this week all I got was a morning shift on Sunday, and a partial shift for Saturday. Last Friday, the 25th, I got off work and found my car had been broken into, and my purse stolen. Thanks to work not supplying a secure place for our belongings, and not allowing us to keep our purses in the cabinets below our work station for the shift, my only option was to keep my stuff locked up in my car. I was figuring and hoping it would be safe enough, you could never see my stuff, especially since I was also working a night shift so it was dark, but stupid me - I was wrong. I lost EVERYTHING. I lost all my cards and cash - mostly from my birthday the weekend before, all my gift cards and my glasses too! The total damage just from my purse and belongings was about $525! You don't realize the worth of the little things until you loose them and need a tally for a police report. I was, and still am to a certain extent devastated, I've never had to experience that type of fear of vulnerability, nor have I felt just simply violated. My hope was crushed even more when I realized the insurance my dad had on the car didn't cover anything or the replacement (cash value ect) of anything asides from the broken window. I'm coping better now, but of course there was nothing the police were able to find or recover, and it just HAD to be misty/rainy weather than night so fingerprints and all were a bust. No blood with the broken window either, just my luck. Guess what ya'll, it's not like the TV shows where there's always at least one small piece of incriminating evidence. (no I didn't think it was like tv, I'm not silly like that, just some commentary. haha)Anywho, I did appreciate the attempt they made to still process my car. T was able to fix my window for me fairly quickly so that was a relief to have out of the way. R was also able to drive me and keep me company to replace my bank cards, and drivers license, ect. Needless to say, what could be quickly and semi-effectively replaced was taken care of asap.

My biggest fear now is that in 33 days I will be leaving to being another chapter in my life and begin my Army training! And I am scared, more so than just "nervous," scared just feels like the right term. I'm worried about leaving friends and family of course, but leaving C, is going to kill me. I just already miss being apart from him so much, more and more each day I miss him...but my pain and sorrow from being away I'll save for another day.