Yesterday I arrived home to find our front door had been forced open, the lock strewn across the floor, the wood broken away where a crowbar had attacked it. Leaving the kids in the car at the top of the driveway, I nervously entered the house, not sure whether to be quiet or yell out loud. I noticed straight away that our T.V was gone. I slowly made my way into each bedroom to see if anything else had been taken. I was so relieved to see the near new laptop still sitting on the desk in the study, and Juan's brand new tablet still in our bedroom. At first I thought the bedroom had been ransacked, but then realised it was just the clean clothes all over the floor due to my laziness. Phew!
After making all of the necessary phone calls to police and rental agencies, the door has been fingerprinted and temporarily fixed for now.
There is a big gaping space in the room now where the T.V once sat, and it feels like a big slap in the face very time I glance at it. It's a wake up call that we live naively in our little world believing that we have control over our lives and what happens. When in reality, people can destroy that feeling of control within three minutes as they break into the one place on earth that you choose to make your safe haven. It's just not fair. It's so wrong. And you know, it's not even about the T.V at all. I honestly don't care that it is gone. I was actually just saying yesterday morning that the T.V was on a little too much throughout the day. Looks like that concern is taken care of for me.
No, it's not the T.V that I miss. It's the feeling of security that I once felt when I left the house, when I ignorantly believed and even felt that my home was protected and was a place my family and I could be safe. But it's not anymore. Sitting here now it just feels like some board and bricks glued together with pieces of wood here and there that can be busted open by a couple of random punks whenever they want. I wonder if I would feel any less safe if they had trashed the place and taken everything. I doubt it. Because the fact that they only took the T.V is actually just a reminder that they are the ones who have control over what they want and when they want it. And you know what? When we get a new T.V they can come back whenever they want and get that too. Whether I am here or not, they have the choice and the control. And suddenly life just got more complicated.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not walking around, nor do I feel like, a complete paranoid mess. I'm not going out buying a gun or a guard dog (I wish Juan would let me get a dog, but not for protection purposes :-) But I have received, even though incredibly minor compared to others' experiences, a dose of reality, and I'm now just trying to get used to the new feelings that come with it. I'm sure I'll feel better in a couple of days.
And hey, you know what? The joke is actually on them - Eadie scratched the screen pretty bad a few months back so no doubt they'll get a lot less for it than what they were bargaining for. Ha ha. Suckers.