Just came from the house again and I have to go back tomorrow (I have a lot of stuff and it represents my life).
As sad as it is, I've already begun to accept that I don't live there anymore. I thought I would live there for the rest of my left. Moved around so much as a kid, I never wanted to move again, didn't think I had another move in me, but here I go. I would have thought I would have been bawling my eyes out, but I was ok, had a few moments but all and all I held up.
So not only has he taken my computer and memory card but he took the luggage and  pictures from the photo box he gave me.
I WANT MY STUFF BACK!