There are nice people

Sunday when I went back from the island, I realised my keys where gone. I was in the back seat of my parents car and started unpacking my entire suitcase. Nothing. So I called my brother who was in the car behind us and asked him to look in his car. Nothing. Called my grandparents on the island and they looked everywhere. Still nothing.

Thoughts went through my mind. Locksmith. Expensive. Too tired to deal with this.

I got a ride to my friend P's house where I put my stuff. Later I went to my apartment to just LOOK if I had dropped them somewhere...The last time I remember using them was to open upp the garbage room to throw away the mess Juni (my brother's pup) hade made (spew).

I went in and noticed a note on my mailbox. This gave me hope! And believe it or not. Some girl had found it in the garbage room, tried it in all the mailbox locks and found out it was mine! I found another note on my door where she wrote "I've got your keys. Don't hesitate to come by even if it's in the middle of the night. I understand you need them."

She's now my favourite neighbour! I should make her some cookies...

I'm happy she didn't have to look through my garbage bag to find out where I lived. She would probably die from the smell of puppy spew...