It was the cutest apt, in the cutest town and it was secure, front and back doors of the building were kept locked, it was on the corner of a side street and main street (high visiblity) etc.
But after that day, I could no longer be in my apartment alone, even during the day, not even for a little while. I could not sleep alone, or I wouldn't close my eyes at all.
And I would wake up at night, (every night for the first 6 weeks) and swear that I heard the front door open.
Then I was in the laundry room one day, like 2 weeks later and I turned around and my landlord was standing there and I screamed on reflex, so loudly he turned the color of snow -
This ordeal tipped my entire existence on to its axis. So I packed up and moved in with one of my girlfriend's and her family for 2 weeks while I looked for an apt - I needed to find a place to feel safe again. It was the only way for me to regain control of my life.
Even then, it took another 6 months and if snow fell off of a tree behind me onto the driveway - I would spin around just to make certain, it was only the snow.
So... I know exactly why I remember all the details so clearly.