Its all still so raw having been only a couple of days (at the time of writing this) and each moment brings a realisation of something else that was taken from me. An item which is irrelevant to them but probably meant something to me. I know in reality its all material things that can be replaced but the shock of being stolen from is fresh and something that has never happened to me before. Something I never imagined could happen.
a twenty-something exploring the world with a double espresso and a camera.