Somewhere out there is another me.

Somewhere out there is another person with a hectic schedule, an almost obsession with planning and organizing. Out there is a person that uses essential oils for their headaches or stomach aches. Someone that has crazy long hair that is often unruly and needs to be tamed at a moments noticed and teeth that need to be checked after eating. That person must be old school and use checks to pay the bills. Be addicted to Burt's bees. Occasionally try to make her lips look pretty and shiny with VS or forever 21 lip gloss. A person out there must have nails that need to be kept short and tidy. Who is a member of various retailers such as Costco, Red Robin, REI and has a punch card to Bahama Bucks, Natural Grain Bread store, and Costa Vida. If there wasn't such a person out there then why else would they have taken my purse? 

It's been a hellish week, canceling, reordering and dealing with everything that was stolen from me to get back to a place where I felt like me again. It wasn't the things that got stolen that really bother me. It was the memories like the one of the coin purse that my sister in law got me after thinking I wanted a purse made of coins. Or the blessing ring given to me by my Interpreting professors for graduation. It was the silly clip that I used years ago to old the mask that I made my sister for the Masquerade ball prom.

I usually don't wish ill on people but whoever was ruthless enough to steal my purse deserves to be hit by a moving truck or have their whole world turned upside down. I know I'm dramatic but that's exactly how it felt for me.