Three weeks ago, Sajan came home to a burglarized house.
They ruffled through our drawers and cabinets.
They raked and pummeled through our sheet rock.
They took stuff.
That’s the bad news.
Good news: lessons learned. The fenced entryways to our backyard are now locked. Sturdy deadbolts secure our doors. We already had good, observant neighbors. Now we’re all taking things a bit further by talking more, asking about strange cars, noticing more.
You’ve got to feel a little violated when people break into your house and touch your hard-earned belongings.
But one thing I won’t let them do is cripple me with fear.
Our house is still a home.
P.S. Read this piece on how to survive if your computer equipment is stolen: My Digital World Nearly Destroyed.