Homeless Again

My dad did all he could for me, and I appreciate it deeply, but that 'white room' in his condo never felt like home. After 26 hours of travel, I had lugged my gigantic, present-ful suitcase up to my apartment and I was ready to rediscover home. Then......it turns out someone tried to break into my apartment. I haven't mentioned it before, maybe I was trying not to jinx myself, but every other foreign teacher in our complex has had a break-in besides me. The school is constantly changing the locks, but some Korean underground mafia has surveillance on us and they know when and how to strike. The door was all mangled, the handles were ripped off and they tried just prying it open. From what I could see, they were unsuccessful, but I was unable to get inside so I don't know yet. For now, I'm living on couches and trying to find a locksmith to get me into my place. I just hope my laptop is there when I get in or it might be time to start planning my next move much earlier than I thought. This is just too common to shrug off. Something has to be done....