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jacktellsliesI am in Pittsburgh, and my friends are perfect and true.
But my bags were stolen. While technically nothing that was at all valuable to anyone else was in those bags, nearly all of my clothes, and some books and small things I really liked and needed are gone. The idea that even when or if I do start to pull ahead, my work will only go towards replacing what was lost is terrifying. The reality that I will not be pulling ahead anytime soon, and that things simply will not be replaced is worse. I do not understand why things keep getting worse. I do not understand how it is possible to work so very hard and to have so little to show for it, to be so consistently out of control despite my very best efforts. I don't really know what I should do, or if there is really anything that I can do at all.
The trip will still be good. Friends are better than things. But I did not have very much to begin with, and now I have considerably less.
But my bags were stolen. While technically nothing that was at all valuable to anyone else was in those bags, nearly all of my clothes, and some books and small things I really liked and needed are gone. The idea that even when or if I do start to pull ahead, my work will only go towards replacing what was lost is terrifying. The reality that I will not be pulling ahead anytime soon, and that things simply will not be replaced is worse. I do not understand why things keep getting worse. I do not understand how it is possible to work so very hard and to have so little to show for it, to be so consistently out of control despite my very best efforts. I don't really know what I should do, or if there is really anything that I can do at all.
The trip will still be good. Friends are better than things. But I did not have very much to begin with, and now I have considerably less.
