One thing after another.

I don't think people realize how shitty the past 2 weeks have been for me. I'm not one to share my sadness with the whole world, but sometimes I just need to. Especially when I don't really have any family here to cry to.

Let's see, Nick's bike was stolen. To clarify that, his $6000 motorcycle was professionally lifted from the front of our apartment building while we were away in Ohio. We've done everything to get it back, even offered a $1000 reward. We've heard nothing. Ya, I know this didn't directly happen to me seeing how it's Nick's bike, but Nick's the type of person to be mad for 5 minutes and decide it's just time for another bike. Fuck that. He loved that bike, so I get mad then sad for him.

I called the Summerville police department from the road (heading back from Ohio) and ask to speak to an officer. The lady tells me it'll be a few minutes before an officer can call me back. 30 minutes pass with nothing, so I called back. I asked her if she had the right number then sounded each number out to her. She did have the wrong number. She told me it would be a few more minutes before an officer could call me. Again, I waited another 20 minutes so I called her back again. This time I gave her my number too and informed her that the evidence was still on the ground and that I needed an officer to go to the apartments asap. She had the nerve to get loud with me and told me I had to wait. Here's a picture I had my neighbor take...this is what I was hoping the cop would go and see before someone came back and removed it.


My grandmother died. I don't think I've had a really good cry about it, so I end up crying a lot over little things. I miss my grandma, Fafa, and Opa. I wish I could have spent more time with them....I don't think I can write much more about it right now. My eyes are so exhausted from crying. Read this post instead: Opa, Fafa, and now Grandma I wrote it after my Fafa passed away.

I was insanely excited for my mom to come for a week while Nick was away in the UK. The whole idea of being alone after someone passes away is kind of unnerving, but I understood it was necessary for her to go back to Washington to be with her siblings. Her coming was something both Pieter and I had been looking forward to for the past 6 months. I'm glad she'll be rescheduling for Septemeber.