My apartment complex was getting pest treatments yesterday, so I made sure to be gone from the house all day.
(This is *so* easy for me. I just grab my stuff and go somewhere with a good internet connection and write. It’s fantastic.)
Except, tonight, I got home (and like, very late. So late it’s early, type late…)
and I find that…my house has kind of been a bit wrecked.
My shit is just…kicked all over the floor, and more than that, I had some packages that were unopened as I meant to return them, and I found them open on the floor.
So much of my shit is gone.
All of the biking gear I didn’t have physically *on* me.
*ALL* of my tools. (Including my multi-tool. I’m *gutted*. I’ve had that multi-tool since I left for university. I’ve managed to keep it with me across every country I’ve been to – even when I’m really dumb about packing.) And now it’s gone.
I’m frustrated, more than anything else, because…I still mostly live like a backpacker?
I don’t have that much stuff.
I *notice* when it’s gone.
But also…I don’t have that much stuff? It’s…really obvious that I don’t have that much stuff?
And I just don’t understand.
I don’t *have* anything.
Why would anyone want to take the things that I’ve got?
…so now I get to take a bunch of pictures and go make an official statement…
Not the greatest end to the evening.