September 28, 2010
After a quiet few weeks I thought it was time for me to explain my sudden blogging hiatus. I wish I could blame it on lazy beach days spent sunning myself and surfing, but sadly, that isn´t the case. My house was broken into and the laptop and camera were among the stolen items. As anyone would imagine, maintaining a personal style blog is impossible in the absence of those two essentials. The following weeks have been some of the most difficult of my life. Coming home to find what was left of my belongings strewn about the house was an extremely violating experience. I can´t say that I will ever be the same, and processing this event has been very challenging. Suddenly, I´m suspicious of everyone I encounter. Seeing someone laughing while looking in my direction makes me wonder if that´s the person who stole so much from me. Is he laughing at the sight of the girl who he has seen in countless photos on his new camera and laptop? (Creepy, right?) The extent of the loss reaches far beyond the stolen material items. I am simply not the same person anymore. The thought of someone walking into my home and, in an hour, stealing so many things for which I worked so hard and saved for months to be able to buy makes me violently angry. Then there is my blog, which I worked so hard to create and, at the risk of sounding incredibly lame, something for which I really pushed myself far outside of my comfort zone. One of the things I looked forward to most about my time off from work was enhancing Style by Santina and reaching out and networking with other bloggers, and now I don´t know when or if that will ever happen. There were also items that meant so much more to me in terms of sentimental value that could never be replaced. Memories instilled in certain necklaces and rings that far exceed their cost. One of the worst parts of this experience is questioning everyone, even people I consider friends, and never knowing if anyone really gives a shit about the Gringos who had nearly everything stolen from them.
My boyfriend and I are still trying to decide what to do. In the meantime we have moved into a more secure house, not that there´s anything really left to steal. We need to decide if we can move on from this event. Is it possible to feel safe again and not like a walking target simply because of the color of our skin? Despite the perception of Americans, we are not rich and it will be difficult to replace all that was lost, especially at a time when we are not working and slowly chipping away at the funds reserved for what should have been a relaxing break from the real world.
I am not ready to give up on Style by Santina, and I thank all of you who are still checking back for a new post. I have a few guest posts planned, so please don´t give up on me yet! Your support means so much more than I can express. The offers communicated to me via Twitter from people who I´ve never actually met have truly touch my heart at a time when it´s easy to lose faith in humanity.
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