Lesson of the day: if you're burglarized, check to make sure your spare set of keys isn't missing. I realized this morning that whoever had gotten me last Friday night decided to revisit the scene of the crime on Thursday while I was at work by using my extra set (in case I ever locked myself out) to grab a few things they felt they missed. Like I didn't feel violated enough already.

Ultimately it was my own stupidity. Whenever you have things stolen, as I'm learning, it pays to replace everything including your locks, but as a novice involving burglary, I never thought that could be the case. When my purse was stolen I knew that they had my keys and my driver's license with my address so that was the first thing I did. This time, since they broke in through the window, I thought locking the window would be enough. Obviously my bad.

I'm lucky again, I have the resources to replace locks, replace stolen goods, but it was the same reaction once I realized what had happened AGAIN. Nothing was out of place this time, all drawers closed, but honestly in terms of exactly what was stolen on a daily basis I'm not sure. It's funny how you keep some of your most valuable stuff on reserve for special occasions.

The physical response was the same, without the complete terror of not knowing if he was still there, but I start shaking uncontrollably and try to fight down tears. I don't know if males react similarly, but after two events, part of the anguish is the realization that this might be something that happen again. When my purse was stolen it was somewhere else. This is my home. Every time I leave for work someone could break in; someone could figure out how to get into my apartment and, God forbid, I could come home when they're still there.

I know this can happen any where, any time, any place, but I'm ready for a run of good luck, rather than bad.