Yesterday, our house was broken into. Broad daylight. Through a small awning window facing a major street. Small electronics, in and of themselves old and not worth much, but...my daughter's university laptop with her thesis, her data collection from lakes in the middle of nowhere in Alaska, 1000 photos in her camera of the middle of nowhere in Alaska, my husband's work laptop and camera; dvd player; jewelry that my mother had given my daughter before she died that had been her's and her mother's, a little glass box of mine containing broken watches, one of which was a birthday gift from my father to my mother on the first birthday together; a new tv, in it's box still (how convenient). But the sense of violation, people prowling in our drawers, going through the house, watching the house to see when we left..it feels so dirty......
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We also had an unnervingly close brush with theft about a year ago, when our next-door neighbor was robbed by someone who’d gotten a copy of a master key. The landlord had all of the locks replaced, but it was psychologically traumatizing, especially after our neighbor knocked on the door just moments after she’d been robbed, asking if we’d seen anyone carrying her belongings out. Oddly enough, we’d noticed some boxes stacked near the fence behind our apartment about half an hour before, and I remembered telling Michael that looked strange (normally, the only people who enter that otherwise private area are the gardeners and kids running about). That brought it even closer to home, so to speak.
Wishing you healing from this unsettling violation,
—Melissa