a bad day

you know when you think a day can't get any worse... and then it does? Today was like that. Work just hit me like a truck or a ton of bricks. then when i got home i came into a house full of destroyed pottery some of my own creations from college (broken) but most of which was of my beautiful and dearly loved collection of Torquay (a wall shelf fell to the ground). It's a rare english pottery that has little sayings and proverbs - gorgeous colors and cottage images... i don't remember when i've cried this much. it's certainly been a while. Not necessarily because of the actual pottery... it's more of the sentimental value. I collected that pottery all through my London travels. I honestly don't know when i'll ever be able to go back to London or even afford to go back. it just makes my heart sad. I will try to rebuild my collection though. i'll search online or something. i'll be alright. it's not like i lost a family member or a friend. but in a way it was like a friend. lost memories. 

i'll be fine though. i'm a big girl. 

abigail