I got robbed today. I returned home before going to my mother's house and my apartment had been burglarized. I can not really described the feeling I have tonight. Yes, I am still in my apartment. The Police was no help at all. It was though I was his way of doing nothing today. The apartment maintenance guy went beyond the call of duty to figure out how they got into my apartment. I had left a window unlocked in my bedroom and they took the screen off and push my dresser drawers to get in. They trashed my apartment. Right now he/they only took my digital camera, and maybe some checks. I could not believe it. My labtop was in clearview, my paycheck from East Cobb was in clearview, my target watch was in clear view(now I know it must not be worth much when a person is in a hurry). This looked like a grab and go type of crime. They were looking for cash. They went in my medicine cabinet to find nothing. This was horrible! I felt at the time of opening the door to my apartment very invaded. I am 36 years old and very rarely have I felt afraid until today for that moment at least. I wanted out, and wanted out fast. I sat down outside waiting on the police to come-45 minutes later. ( Ironically, I was with my realestate agent the day before and we set the alarm off in a condo and the police was there in 2 minutes) I guess I am back living in the ghetto of Atlanta. After being afraid, and settling down, I felt like I wanted to fight. They/He will not win. The maintenance guy will receive a letter and a gift card for helping me tonight. I regained my senses. I will continue my search for a new home. My lease is up the end of July. Up till now, I really have not had to many problems while living here. I had been warned by people to not live here, but I felt like it was the classic fear of seeing too many minorities living in one area. I needed cheap rent and it was very close(next door) to where I worked. Anyway, as the Sanford and Son episode which came on the other night I can say " I have been robbed"
