Lost and Found

The other night I lost my Grandmother's antique pendant off from my necklace. I had been so many places I figured it was a lost cause to even look for it. Yesterday at Liz's apt she handed it to me and said Dan had found it after I left. A bit later I found my car window smashed and my things stolen. I felt violated, not to mention super pissed that they stole my favorite bikini and beach bag. My solution was to spend 3 hours on the internet trying to replace them both. How I found the one bag of its kind left on the planet I will never know, and the luck of finding that although the swimsuit I found online is a different color it is now on sale for $10. Did I mention I also lost my job earlier this week? So many things I have lost, and so few that I have found. I'm feeling a complete loss of control in my life. Experiencing a bit of joy only because I was first violated and devastated really puts a painful spin on things. How bitter sweet...