This post is so difficult for me to write. I've had a lot of ups and downs in the past seven days, and I am still trying to process it all. Sorry for a downer, but I want to make sure to keep my blog real and write what I feel.
This past week I was in Caretta, an unincorperated town in the southernmost county of West Virginia. You may be familiar with the area if you have seen the movie Rocketboys. The organization that I work for has a long-standing partnership with the nonprofit organization Big Creek People in Action. We had a great week working on 3 different families' roofs and had an even better time getting to know the people of Caretta and each other. I am sad since this was the last time I will get to work with most of my students before I go to graduate school.
Our six hour drive back to Kentucky was extended by another half hour or so when the HUGE Suburban that I was driving got a flat tire. It was definitely the worst flat tire I have ever had, but with the help of two of the great men on our trip, it was fixed.
After I got home I really thought my vehicle troubles were over. D was at my house working on a grant proposal and I went to sleep. D woke me up around three to tell me the worst news I have had in a long time. Someone had vandalized my car.
I haven't told you all this, but last month I bought a brand new Honda Civic. I saved up a big portion of my pay check each month and worked hard to research what types of cars would be right for me. I felt sick when D told me this had happened and had to go directly outside to file a report with the police officer who was outside.
I found out that someone (who we could not identify or locate) broke a large vodka bottle and used it to put four long scratches on my car. They then took the potting soil from next to my back door and poured it all over my car.
I know it sounds cliche, but the damage to my feelings of safety and my mental health are much worse than the damage to my car. The scratches may even just buff out, and they are not even as deep as they could have been if the person/people had keyed my car.
I don't know who it could have been, and truthfully I believe it was a random act of people under the influence of some sort of substance. I have been contemplating moving to another type of campus housing for the last month of my employment here, but I may just stick it out and park my car elsewhere. It really scares me to be alone in my house, but I don't think it will be happening again and don't want to run from a problem when I don't need to.
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Our six hour drive back to Kentucky was extended by another half hour or so when the HUGE Suburban that I was driving got a flat tire. It was definitely the worst flat tire I have ever had, but with the help of two of the great men on our trip, it was fixed.
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I haven't told you all this, but last month I bought a brand new Honda Civic. I saved up a big portion of my pay check each month and worked hard to research what types of cars would be right for me. I felt sick when D told me this had happened and had to go directly outside to file a report with the police officer who was outside.
I found out that someone (who we could not identify or locate) broke a large vodka bottle and used it to put four long scratches on my car. They then took the potting soil from next to my back door and poured it all over my car.
I know it sounds cliche, but the damage to my feelings of safety and my mental health are much worse than the damage to my car. The scratches may even just buff out, and they are not even as deep as they could have been if the person/people had keyed my car.
I don't know who it could have been, and truthfully I believe it was a random act of people under the influence of some sort of substance. I have been contemplating moving to another type of campus housing for the last month of my employment here, but I may just stick it out and park my car elsewhere. It really scares me to be alone in my house, but I don't think it will be happening again and don't want to run from a problem when I don't need to.








