WHAT THEY REALLY TOOK

Friday, the day before my vacation, I came home, excited and ready to finish packing. I couldn’t wait to get into the car Saturday morning to start the drive to Indiana.

I got home and my door was cracked open. I pushed it fully open, thinking the maintenance guys had come to deliver my new appliances. I called out but got no answer. Then I looked to my right.

An empty space oppressively occupied my TV stand. My heart began to beat faster, then I saw the contents of my gym bag and iPad bag scattered across my living room floor. Immediately I saw both of my computers were gone. Then, I realized the most important item to me was missing – my camera bag – which contained my camera and three of my best lenses.

Of course I cried. I called 911 and then the apt complex so they would come fix my door, which would no longer close. I texted my Green Onion and he and his wife came over and stayed until the police left and helped me clean up the apartment.

The burglar went through my dresser drawers and threw more than half of it on the floor. I know he was disappointed. I don’t have pawnable valuables other that what he’d already took. He also ransacked my headboard and bed, but still, he didn’t get anything. 

Other than a few electronics, nothing else was taken. I am grateful I wasn’t home, and I do realize it’s all just stuff. Yes, dealing with insurance is inconvenient and time consuming, I should be done by the end of the week and should have a check soon. 

What the thief really stole was my peace of mind. I have lived in Houston for 18 years and have lived in far worse neighborhoods than this and have had no issues at all. Now, I can’t even sit in my living room.  I keep seeing all the gym clothes and other items strewn across the floor in my mind. I am going to rearrange the furniture and see if that helps.

I am determined to not let this get to me.  I am not going to live in fear because someone was in my apartment and took some of my stuff. I don’t say those sentences lightly. I was already sleeping with a steel bat by my bed. I just need to remember God has always watched over me and the rest of my stuff is just stuff.

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