Right after my last post, I walked to a little cafe, sipped a coffee, and decided to reeeeeelax.  So I'd have to wait two hours to get to the island.  Who cares right? I could still spend a nice afternoon there.

Then I log onto my computer.   And find out that someone broke into my room and spraypainted something awful above my bed.  So I cried.  And cried and cried and wanted nothign more than to get home to make sure whoever did that didn't come back and harm my kitties and do something worse.

Then I asked S&R to go to my place to check out my room, just in case.  And they found my room pretty much trashed.  And my safe, which was hidden under a mountain of stuff in my closet, is gone.

I've been robbed, and someone has done the meanest thing to me that I can ever imagine happening.  All I want right now is to be home with Ashley and Alex and my kitties, and to snuggle them all and make this go away.  Instead I'm in Brisbane.  A city I already hated.  And I can't get home.  I want to change my flight, but have to wait til they open at 9am (11pm here) to see if I can.  I was supposed to go to Alice Springs tomorrow.  How can I enjoy anything now?  I just want to be home, being so far away from everything I love is so awful at the moment.