No Longer the Bag Lady

I'm trying to keep my sense of humor in light of the recent events occurring in my home. Yesterday was a day enrobed with emotional charges ~ it involved compiling the list of stolen items for the investigator assigned to my case. Currently exceeding a purchased value of over $25,000, with the price of gold and silver these days, replacement value would far surpass that figure. Needless to say, you can't assign a value to the priceless sentimental items that mean absolutely nothing to the person(s) that more than likely dumped perceived "worthless" things along the roadway somewhere.

Oh, the sense of humor part?

Throughout my years with Ex-Beau, I coined myself "the bag lady".  During the periods I didn't officially live with him, I was inevitably the one that shuffled between our two homes. Any consecutive days spent with him meant loading my car with items I might need ~ my travel bag, laptop bag, make-up bag, tennis bag, and so on. I often complained about this ~ though never made a firm stand to change anything. With New Beau, I made a request from the get-go that he be willing to share in that sense of displacement by being flexible in his daily routine ~ he has complied without one complaint. There is a beautiful equality in our relationship that feels so right. I don't feel quite like the bag lady anymore.

It's a good thing too! The crooks that wreaked havoc in my home depleted my supply of bags by a large margin. Other than the 40” flat screen TV [a 2-week old gift from New Beau…purchased just in time for me to enjoy the French Open], and a chocolate fountain in a box, it was an assortment of bags and all of the contents contained therein that were lifted.  Including the tools of my trade ~ my knife roll, with over 20 knives and chef tools; the tools of my joy~ my tennis bag with two racquets, sunglasses and Sony Ericsson visor; the tools of beauty ~ my make-up bags [yes, I had several]; my travel bags ~ including my passport, Euros and winter clothes; my Mama's bag ~ including vintage purses and her wedding ring [the only item of monetary value she had when she passed away 11 years ago]; my jewelry bags/boxes ~ 2 wedding sets plus heirlooms for my daughters; my craft bag ~ all of my handmade jewelry. And the list continues...........

I might add that the bags themselves were no slouch containers either. The value of the bags alone are enough to make me scream ~ and again, not just the dollar amount...most of them were gifts from someone I love and care about. To a theif they are just something easy to grab and transport ~ to me they contain memories of special days in my life.

Today, rather than feel angst however, I have become lost in gratitude. I have not been robbed of my memories.

Peaceful hugs,