Bizarre

Its bizarre in and of itself that Im writing this on my iPad sitting in the middle of the mall with the Capitol on my left and the wash monument on my right on a gorgeous sunny day. The move went fine, I suppose. So much less than I needed to fit in the car actually fit in the car, saying goodbye to puppy wrenched my lungs out of my body but I expected that. Arrived in bmore, got unloaded, saw my train tickets were missing, flopped into the couch, pulled it together and ran some errands. Got back from the grocery store around 9pm, unloaded, dad had the keys, I thought he locked it, he thought he did but we came out 20 min later to drive the station route and I opened the door and saw all the papers from my glove compartment piled neatly on the drivers seat. The box door had been wedged so I figured dad did it but then he looked confused and it took our (in defense, exhausted) brains awhile to process that neither one of us had done it. Can it really be considered a break in if the car was unlocked? Funny enough, I don't think anything was taken. My ezpass was still there, same with sunglasses, CDs, and car charger. A very polite vagabond? Welcome to the neighborhood hazing? Likely someone just looking for money for drugs and trying to move quickly but eesh. I can't even get 12 hours to try to feel comfortable in the big, bad world? What made me feel better was I was relaying the situation to my aunt because come on now, that's pretty ridiculous and she said the same thing happened to her car while it was sitting in her driveway. And she lives in a pretty affluent suburb. So it's not just me in my new neighborhood. Organized (ha, because they shuffled my papers) crime, indeed.

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