Got back from UK a couple of days ago and still feeling very jet lagged, but up to going out to the cabin. I loaded up the car last night and when I got up early this morning to do a little watering my car was gone.
I feel much more upset than I would have expected, I have been crying off and on all day. I guess there's a chance the police will find it but I'm not getting that vibe.
Along with the car they got a bunch of my favorite old clothes, our nice dog crate, and a bag of library books/CDs/DVDs.
So angry, so sad. Feeling so materialistic for caring about an object so much, but I love that car and hate the scumbag that stole it.