I'm still out of town, and I hope everyone's week/weekends are going fabulously. Rachel is working retail, and not much makes me feel worse for someone than that.
This morning, I picked up my phone to see what time it was. Instead of seeing the clock, I saw that I had a voicemail. Yay! Everyone loves getting phone calls/voicemails, right? I dialed into my voicemail and listened to JoAnna telling me that she saw my apartment on the news last night, because someone was stabbed and murdered in my building.
I don't know many details yet, as I'm still out of town, and won't be home until tomorrow. I don't know what floor it was on (there's only three), and I don't know who it was.
I don't know much of anything really. I feel a little weirded out. I'm not sure what to think. I'm right at the point where I make a decision about whether or not to renew my lease. I had decided to stay where I am, but now I'm not exactly sure what to do.
I'll know more, hopefully, tomorrow when I get home, if I knew where it had happened, I'd ask a neighbor. But I don't know where it happened, so I can't ask anyone, because what if it waas them? I'm planning on calling the police to get more information, if the newspapers don't report anything new.
I'm floundering. I'm a little scared to go home.
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Holy shit
sounds like a good enough reason to move back to b'ville to me...
Wow. I can't even imagine how you must feel, Dawn. What an awful (and totally understandable) sensation to not want to go home. Yikes! I'd be reconsidering my renewal too.
I saw that on the news. I was going to call until I remembered that you were out of town and therefore safe.
Holy crap!
Creepy! Times ten! Have you heard anything? Hope everything's okay.
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