It's Friday night after midnight...so technically Saturday...I'm bleary eyed and exhausted, but can't sleep more than a few minutes at a time. I actually havent slept since Tuesday. (Not the best way to get over the bronchial thing.) I'm tired enough that I think I'll eventually succumb in spite of my fears, and I'm writing this to help pass the time.
I know what you are thinking and yes I'll cut to the chase. My house was burgled.
Burgled.
What a silly sounding word for a very horrible violation of your life. This felt particularly violent because the weasles who burgled threw rocks through a huge tempered glass window over my back bathroom tub as a form of entry. They climbed over the 6ft back wall (in the only strip I don't yet have white pots btw) smashed the window and proceeded to tear my place apart.
It is clear to me they were casing my place. The day before the burgling two UPS packages that were listed as delivered were stolen from my place. I am usually home on Wednesdays, but had a marathon meeting that day in the afternoon.
The good:
I wasn't home when it happened.
I have insurance
My backup hardrive was not taken
I had good friends who came quickly to help in whatever way
They could have trashed and taken even more, but must have run out of time
They didn't get my iPad (it was with me at the meeting)
I'll get a new window over that tub and this time I'm putting in frosted glass!
I'm fine
The not as good:
I have $1000 deductible on my insurance
6 weeks worth of stuff on my laptop is not on that backup hardrive
I feel not so safe in my house here
I'm not sleeping
I'm further behind at work due to missing another day
The minutia of it all is exhausting; changing passwords, blocking checks, filling out forms, finding serial numbers, price quotes for window replacement... blah blah
Over and over I've pondered my role in this series of seemingly unfortunate "luck". (re: self fulfilling prophecy of last post) I DO think my magically random opening garage door (which I have never mentioned here) may have been the weight that tipped the scales in favor of burgling my house. It made it much easier to see when I was and was not home. So in a way I think I DID play a part in that "luck" because I kept putting off getting a new opener installed.
My fault or not, it's done. I won't be posting any pretty pictures for a while. No camera.
Burgling weasels!
jjfd
4 comments:
I wondered if it might be related to the randomly opening garage door! But if they broke the window then they didn't need to enter that way. Either way it sucks and it is understandable that you would not feel comfortable. Do you think that it is someone that lives in your complex?? How would they get in otherwise? Annoying, pain in the butt, scary, and well plain shitty. So sorry this happened to you. Glad you had people there to help out. Wish I could be there just to give you a hug--considered yourself hugged from here though!
I'm so sorry. I also wish I was there to give you a big hug. Glad you weren't hurt. Hope yo can sleep and get better soon. You're in our prayers
Well, poo! Or as Miste said...
I think the feeling of violation and mistrust is the worst. It's all bad, bad it is hard to get where you feel at ease again.
The stuff lost is regrettable, aggravating,annoying and downright angering - but it is "stuff". The main thing is YOU are safe. And loved.
And soon you will have extensive knowledge of home safety systems and how to restore things from the icloud. Not that that is what you were hoping for. But hey, knowledge is power...so they say.
LOVE you!
I am sooo sorry. That sucks okay that more than sucks.
I can't imagine how scary that must be. I would be terrified to sleep too. I could think of a heck of a lot more colorful words to describe those guys than weasel! Just being violated is, I think the worst part. You can't feel secure/safe. Alli went through that. At least the cops are suspecting you, like they did her.
I too wish I could be there to help or give loves. I feel really bad for you and hope your "luck" life starts to improve!
Post a Comment