Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The One Where Our House Gets Broken Into

A few years back, when my Handsome Husband and I were only just en fianced, we lived in squander a dirty little San Diego house with two 21-year-old men boys.  It was not quite the ghetto, but it certainly wasn't the suburbia I grew up in.  It had a killer backyard though.

Evidence of aforementioned killer backyard.

We were all in college, with the three of them working on their bachelor's degree in various fields, and me in nursing school (we were quite the eclectic group actually, I think we had a nursing major, a political science major, pre-med and engineering majors).  We came and went at different times, sometimes were out until 3am, and other times we never left the couch (oh college life).  I was often the first one home in the afternoons as I was off of school at 3pm most days, and would head home, nap off my nursing school exhaustion and then get to studying while I waited for the boys to come home. 

One Tuesday afternoon heading home after a long day of lectures of mental health or pressure ulcers or something, and while chatting with HH as I pulled into the driveway of our little house, I noticed our front door was wide open. 

Here's the thing, for some people this might be an immediate red flag.  But I was living with three 21-year-old boys.  Something most 21-year-olds are not known for?  Responsibility and reliability.  Sorry, it's true.  It wouldn't have been out of character for one of them to have left the door unlocked and for it to blow open during the day, or for one of them to actually be inside but have left their car elsewhere the previous night out.

So while I mentioned to HH the fact that the door was open (I might have prefaced that statement with a What the F), I went inside without hesitation, barely looked around, and headed straight back to our bedroom.

And that's when I saw it.  All of my jewelry boxes that I kept so stealthly hidden in the drawer of my nightstand opened and strewn hastily all over my bed.  I think I may have screamed into the phone when I realized our house had clearly been broken into.  I ran outside, petrified that I had walked in mid-breakin and there may be someone still in the house, got off the phone with HH, and called 911.

It was the only time in my life I've ever called 911.  Terrified, I told the operator what I had walked into, and then realized that there was no one coming out of the house, and that it was probably all clear.  And that's when I made the biggest mistake that day.  When the 911 operator asked me if I thought there was someone in the house, I was honest and said I didn't think so.  And then it took six hours for an officer to come out to our house and take our report.  Six hours of thinking about what had happened, six hours of not wanting to touch anything (they did end up taking fingerprints). 

After hanging up with 911, I waited for HH to come home before I went inside.  While I was fairly certain there was no one inside, I was shaking and scared, and waited in my car for him.  We went in together, and tried to survey the damange.

It was hours (maybe even days) before we really realized all the things that went missing that day.  But in the break-in we lost:

A brand-new (literally a week old) MacBook Pro
Brand-new, still in the box, subwoofers and amp for HH's car
A stereo system
An older laptop belonging to one of our roomates
A jar full of coins, probably valuing over $150

And I gained?  A whole lot of anxiety.

Tune in next week when I talk more about how I grappled with getting back to real life after the break-in.

14 comments:

2 Frogs and a Princess said...

What a horrible experience! I guess you can eventually recover from that but I am such a scaredy cat! Wow.

Heather said...

Oh my gosh, that's terrible!!! That's one of my biggest fears, especially being home when someone tries to break in.

Micah said...

My apartment was burglarized a few years ago too. And I still have anxiety about it every time I'm gone for very long. I might have to chronicle my experience in the future. I'm looking forward to your next entry about this.

Jaclyn said...

no. way. i. am. scared.

Sheila Lynn said...

EEKS! What an invasion of privacy! Definitely not fun for a 'Stress case' & even for people who don't normally stress. NOT FUN!
Sheila xo
http://livelaughlovemrsrj.blogspot.com/

Annabelle said...

I don't know why but I have always had a fear of people stealing from me. When I was in high school I was friends with a clepto. I didn't know until after the fect, but I to this day am paranoid about people taking my things.

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tara said...

oh my goodness!! how scary!! :(

Katy said...

I'm so sorry this happened to you! I can not believe how long it took for the police to come and check everything out!

Meg O. said...

Oh my gosh, so scary! That has never happened to me (knock on wood) so I would probably hyperventilate if it did.

Amber said...

Omg that is so terrifying! I would die if that happened to me!

Shell said...

So frightening!

Heather said...

How scary!!! I honestly don't know what I'd do if I was thrown into that situation! So sorry something so horrible happened to you :(.

Sophie French said...

That’s a lot of possession to lose in a burglary. No wonder that event had shaken you quite a bit. On the other hand, it's good that none of you were there during the break-in. Who knew what harmful things those thieves could have done to you if you were home? I hope this would never happen again, and that you are considering installing some sort of home security measure afterwards.

Sophie French @ San Diego Alarm Systems

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