Rant. My truck was broken into this morning. It would take an extensive, tedious effort to explain certain aspects of 'dealing' with the situation.. but, basically, my red jeep cherokee was found this morning in the middle of the road, about five feet from where I had parked it the previous night. My fiance leaves for work before I do, and but what, a minute after he left he returned and woke me up with a 'sarah, someone has broken into your car.' What a surreal statement to wake up to. I am panicking, heart is pounding, mind is whirling I can hardly put on clothes. We make our way outside - granted, it's raining hard, apparently our county is under a flash flood warning at the same time - and we find the driver's side window smashed in, glass is everywhere, and the stereo was completely ripped out. Wires strewn about. The interior is damp from the rain. Call the police. An hour and a half later, someone arrives, frustration ensues - no prints can be conjured because of the soaked interior, insurance company can't get an appraiser to look at it until tomorrow or so. That aside.. I am thankful that nothing else was destroyed. They didn't find my CDs, they didn't damage anything else. But it is still that.. that nauseating feeling of violation. 'It's just a car, shut up.' It's my property. Just try to imagine if it happened to you. Imagine having to call so many people to try and get this problem solved. Imagine NEVER having dealt with this problem before, and not having any idea what to do. Imagine waking up to something like that too. Again, I'm thankful that it's not any worse than it is, that it can be fixed (even if it will take some time). But I still have that lingering, sick feeling in my gut. I can't describe it. Whenever I look at the damage, it's like I'm not seeing it, like I've stepped out of my body. It's not the 'damage' per se that has me in this mode, but just.. the weight of the mere fact that it happened, that someone chose to do this. Chose. so life goes, eh?