Please forgive all grammar and spelling errors in this post, I’m typing it up on my phone.
In the spirit of full disclosure, this week was no fun at all. Actually, in an even fuller disclosure, this week was 75% downright miserable.
Now, 25% isn’t half bad. And the over-abundant lilacs I stole from school to fill my apartment nearly made the week a fifty/fifty. I had flowers, and good food, I am physically in good health, I didn’t fail out of school, I still have my necessary documents to come home to America.
But, last Sunday evening, on the train from Paris to Angers, a train I have taken no fewer than ten times, someone managed to open my backpack, which was three feet above my head, and steal my laptop.
It could have been so much worse, I was lucky enough that I always keep my wallet, passport, and phone on me. But losing your laptop is just no fun at all. PSA, people, put a password on your computer and all electronic devices. In some stupid move of pride, I have never locked anything I own. I said that I nothing to hide. Well, that’s officially idiotic.
My computer held enough unlocked personal information on both David and I that our identities are very nicely in jeopardy now. Fun times in France.
Thankfully, I had a phone with WiFi so I could immediately start changing passwords and alerting people; thankfully, I have David who put his free time into protecting us as much as possible; thankfully, we have a bank contactable through Skype who has helped us as much as possible; and thankfully, we are part of America where you can put alerts on your social security cards.
Unfortunately, David was out of country this week, making the problem all the more upsetting to deal with. Facing the days alone is just one way to make the problem more fun. Unfortunately, I go to school with lots of young adults, who feel the best way to respond is with all their worst-case scenario stories of cousin’s-sister’s-daughters, and friends-of-friends-of-friends who got robbed at gunpoint in darkest Australia. Not so helpful. Or reassuring, funny enough.
I know I still have so much to be grateful for, but being alone in France and completely concerned about what you just got yourself and husband into has made for one disgusting week.
My dad told me something I appreciated though; when I was beating myself up over the stupidity of not locking my computer and keeping personal information acessable, he said that if this is the stupidest thing I ever do, I’ll be lucky. Maybe that wouldn’t help everyone, but it actually did make me feel slightly better. We are going to get through this, and it will eventually just be “that one horrible time we were abroad.”
David comes home on Sunday though, so hopefully the light will break through the clouds soon. But until then, I have a French police report to file and lots of new numbers to juggle. Laptops are expensive, folks.
Also, until this is just “that one horrible memory”, lots of prayers would be appreciated.