Lost.

[jacktellslies]

I 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.

Comments

[shadywashere.livejournal.com]

I will sew you new things out of our friends. You should call me. I want to see you.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, one of the things that was stolen was my cell phone charger, and my phone is just about dead. I am left with internet options, and trying to reach people through Liz. Seeing you is very important. I know that there has been talk of going to museums, but beyond that and FNI, I have no set plans for the week at all. You should come play.