This week is perhaps nothing short of strange. Do you ever have an event in life that seems to slow down time?
On Saturday afternoon before the Iron Bowl, I was debating on going hunting with my brother or dad. The cell service is really bad there, but I had received an unknown voicemail from Auburn. After listening, I called the Auburn Police Department back to hear that my apartment had been broken into and I needed to come to Auburn sooner than I had planned to file a report. My safe little Auburn apartment? Suddenly the place where I've lived for 3 years doesn't feel so safe anymore. I came back to the door kicked in and unable to close unless I locked it. My neighbors were the ones that came back to their apartment broken into and got the police to contact me. Once I came back to Auburn (my mom was really sweet and came up with me), we scouted out the place. The majority of containers in my closet had been flipped over and my clothes and a few shoes were scattered in the bottom of my closet. They looked through my desk drawers and also through my shirts, pants, and socks in an attempt to find money or jewelry. It feels eerie to come back to your things scattered about, drawers opened, and looked through- not how you left them before break. It just seems so strange that someone would break in through my front door (exposed to lights) and then tote a TV to the bottom of the stairs. The possibility of them coming back while I am in my place really freaks me out. SO, Auburn students- take all of your things with you when you are gone.
While I am still a bit anxious, the feeling gets lesser every day. I have felt very loved through this strangely enough. Also, I am now armed with wasp spray that shoots 27 feet. Come at me...
