Why I can't trust other people with my stuff

It's been a full 2 weeks now that I've been overseas. It's a lot less stressful than I thought it would be, but I could still be in shock. Thsi isn't about that though. I have called home on several occasions and it seems like every time I call there is something else. Like what you may ask? I'll tell ya.

    My stuff's been broken by people I didn't even know were in my home while I was gone. I'm miffed. I have demanded that things precious to me (well all of it is precious), well the stuff that I will cut somebody over if they broke it, be put away. I understand that I can't control my apartment when it's 6000 miles away (literally) but Come On People! I know my stuff is just crap to you, but my stuff holds dear memories to me. Some of the stuff I've had for years.

  What kind of stuff? Like my high school diploma. Or my Guiness Glasses. I have a cute juice cup sized one that my friend lifted for me on my birthday at the only bar near osan in korea that sells guiness beer on tap  She's amazing and thoughtful and I love her like a sister so  I've held on to that little glass this long and will continue to because every time I see it I think of her. I move around a lot so I can't have lots of traditional friendships so my stuff helps me keep my real friends near to me and help remind me that I am loved when I'm feeling down and reminesce of good times.

       Therefore when something of mine gets broken for some of it, it's not just a "thing" that didn't matter to me. Just because I let you use it doesn't mean that I don't care about it. I can't hoard my entire apartment away from people I like company too much, lol!  No one likes a hostess that makes them feel dirty or irresponsible now do they? If I were to invite someone in and say "Hi, welcome in, but don't touch anything!" what kind of person would that make me?

        So I take the risk of sharing my personal life and memories with you through my belongings even if you don't realize it. All I want in return is for the people handling them to be considerate and adult enough to not break my things. If you're over the age of 5 and you still can't hold a glass in your hand without breaking it, you should start practicing daily because COME ON! You should be able to do this by now. If your over the age of 20 and you're still bumping into things and breaking stuff, COME ON! Are you kidding? Open your eyes and look where you're going. It's not hard. At some point it's not an "accident" somebody wasn't paying attention and it was you the breaker of other people's stuffer!

Anyhow. I'm rambling at this point, what about you though? Do you place a large amount of sentimental value on anything of yours? Are you the extreme and just never invite people over because you love your stuff too much? Are you the person with a busted beat up house because you're on the opposite end and really don't care about anything? Be my brainstorm and let me know what you think :) Talk to you later Bloggers and bloggettes!

Aya