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Woke up at 5:30 this morning because I realized one other thing that was in the box.

My box of jewelry.

All my earrings.

All my mother’s earrings.

Possibly my mother’s diamond necklace. (There’s a chance I packed this someplace else. I won’t be able to figure that out until I get to New Orleans. I may have really hidden this though in another box.)

Can’t go back to sleep at this point, so I may as well get up early and hit the road.

Now I’m even more pissed at myself.

Also — one of my credit card numbers has been stolen. People in San Jose were trying to use it at Target. *sigh*

Comments (10)

  1. I’m sorry to hear about the box.

    Hang in there, pace yourself, be kind to yourself. Life’s big adventures come with setbacks, but it’ll all work out in the end.

    Keep updating!

  2. Oh my god. That’s so horrible. ((Hugs))

    The only Vulcan logic I can offer would be to call the motel and make sure they know there’s a Big Reward for the return of the box.

    That’s heartbreaking. I’m so sorry.

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