Seven weddings. Four flights. 1000 miles. Dozens of lectures and labs. Countless editing hours. The busyness of our lives the last two months came to a screeching halt yesterday morning when I walked outside to my car missing. Stolen. In front of our house, while we were sleeping.
I mean, that’s one way to slow down.
My world instantly froze. Office hours and photography to-do lists faded quickly. In that moment, all I wanted was to be home, with my husband and my puppy. I left work right after my noon lecture and went straight to the grocery store. I warmed our home with fresh laundry and a home cooked meal – the things I’ve been neglecting horribly for the past few months. I kept Luna inside more than she’d like, and I held her close. Safe and loved and well-fed. Every feeling of having our security taken away is replaced with a hug, instead. Our kind neighbors have rallied behind us, offering help and support. We’re taking stock of everything, weighing different options and scenarios, and mostly just holding each other extra tight. Over and over – you are safe, you are cared for.
For our concerned friends and family, we so appreciate your messages of prayer and encouragement. All claims and investigations are still opened and moving forward, and we’re safe, I promise. If any of our Baltimore friends spot a gold Lexus RX 330 with a Wofford College license frame, give us a shout <3
And if you’d like a lighthearted take on the last time I was without a car – this one from the archives is pretty wonderful.