I came home from work a bit early yesterday afternoon to pick up the cat for a vet appointment and found that our house had been broken into. There's a lot of stuff missing, most of which is replaceable: tv's, watches, electronic equipment. My grandmother's ruby ring that was purchased by my great-grandfather in 1939, however, is not. I'm really, really bummed about that. Chris had some other items with a lot of sentimental value that were also taken.
Then there's a whole category of things that are replaceable, but a ginormous pain in the ass to deal with: Social Security cards, passports, marriage licenses, birth certificates, etc. Not looking forward to dealing with that at all.
As much as this sucks right now, there are two big upsides: One: I didn't cross paths with the robbers and neither did Chris, so we're safe. And Grizabella's safe too. (She's very adorable, but she sucks as a guard cat.) Two: our neighbors are awesome. We really couldn't have moved into a neighborhood with nicer, more caring people. We have a LOT to be very thankful for.
Today will be spent filing claims, talking with the detective and scouting pawn shops for my ring. I'll be back with a real post hopefully soon.
If anyone has any helpful advice to give, I'd be happy to hear it.