Time creeps on, and it’s going to have been almost a year since I left the Land of the Morning Calm. Of course, I haven’t written in this blog for a long while. That’s partly because I never made time, and also because I haven’t felt my exploits since then were worthy of documenting. I got really used to life in Korea, before being unceremoniously shown the door (a future post, perhaps). But seeing as how most people who love and care about me read this blog, I figured it’s as good a means as any to disseminate news.

Last night I returned to Kansas City from a week-long visit in Texas to see la familia. It was very nice. I went to Ikea, gave my mom her Mother’s Day gift, washed my car with my Dad, got my car fixed (can roll down my front windows now, yay!), played with my little brother, and saw a wonderful a cappella concert by my other little brother.

Got to Olathe around 6 pm, stayed with my boyfriend for the night, then I drove to my apartment this morning. When I opened my door, the first thing I saw that was awry was my couch propped up on a box I use as a perch for my printer. Then I looked around in horror realizing someone had been in my apartment, gone through my stuff, stolen what they thought was cool or of value, and made a huge mess in the process.

I stood in the middle of my living room and cried.

All it takes is a punk with a crowbar

I went to get my building manager and she helped me call the police. She helped me figure out how they got in, which was a simple matter of prying off a piece of the sliding lock on my (low) balcony door.

Here are a series of pics of the carnage, followed by written documentation of what I’ve seen so far. By the way, the list of what they stole only includes things I noticed only AFTER the nice policeman left. They also took my TV, my DVD/VCR combo, lots of my costume jewelry, my awesome big fluffy teddy bear from Costco, my bedroom floor lamp, my full-length mirror, the art painted for me by my good friend Marcos, a cedar box made for me by my dear loving boyfriend, a half-full bottle of Tide detergent, my awesome vintage mug set I got at a farm auction, my vodka and a box of wine, and a jar candle. This list is not necessarily inclusive.

Odd assortment of stolen goods

These phone pics show the wide array of chaos and malevolence inflicted on an otherwise peaceful space.

Couch propped up. I wonder what they were looking for in there?

Dining room

DVDs/CDs all over the place, and spilled wine

Egg on my kitchen floor

Egg on my dining room wall

My hall closet


Living room, near my bookshelf

Bowls with cinnamon sprinkled in them??

Now, Tim will be the first to tell you that I often live in the squalor depicted in these photos. I simply don’t care about cleaning up all the time. However, due to the fact that I had been unemployed, I filled my time by straightening up. My apartment was as clean as its ever been before I left. The irony would be delicious if it wasn’t also a really shitty deal.

Speaking of shit, I present to you my list of what apparently went on in my apartment.


I’ll talk in my next post about what I think happened, the evidence, things they decided not to steal, cleaning up, and my thoughts on what this means for my continued life in the King’s Manor apartments. Also, if you have any leads, let me know or call the KC police tip line – 847-474-8477 (816-474-TIPS).