So, it's 3:50am, and I can't sleep.
When I got home from work yesterday (I guess this early that it would be yesterday), I found the door that I never use to my apartment open. Other than the door (which was opened with no damage, the picture that hangs on it lying on my couch, and the security bar that prevents it from being knocked in placed on a box I had by the door), I only noticed that my camera was out of its bag lying on the sofa and one end of my couch was pulled away from the wall. Because it was so neat, I thought that maybe the property owner had just
been doing work or something. It wasn't until I walked in my bedroom to find my underwear drawer emptied onto the floor and my jewelry box missing that I realized my apartment had definitely bren broken into.
Of course, I immediately called the police and then Doug. While eaiting for the police, I started walking around my apartment and noticed my work laptop and personal laptop (the one with the broken screen - take that, assholes)w were missing as were my diamond necklace Doug and I won in November. I walked out in the hall from the door that was opened to see if there was further damage to find that my downstairs neighbor's door had been smashed in.
The police theorized that the burglar came in through the security door at the bottom of my stairs, popped my back door lock and left out the front door that was open. As I sit here now, that doesn't make sense. My back door was locked when I came in - why would they take time to do that? I didn't want to tell them that I didn't keep my front door locked because I couldn't get it to close enough to get the deadbolt into the door frame. The security bar was the only thing keeping the door closed. While they had to have come in the front door, they would have had to use a lot of force to get through it and move the security bar but nothing was put of place enough to indicate that. I had knocked items off the wall trying to open and close the door in its present stuck state but only one picture was a little crocked. Had the door slammed open, I would think it would have moved things behind the door, but it hadn't. Plus, if they had puhed through the door, I doubt they would have picked the picture up off the floor to put on my sofa and picked up the security bar to put on the box. None of it makes sense to me.
After talking to the police, I called Doug and asked him to come over to help get some of my stuff together. We gathered everything portable of value to take to his place for me to spend the weekend there as usual.
I had left a message with the landlord who called me back apologizing for it happening and making big promises of alarm systems, security doors everywhere and security cameras so I wouldn't move out. Since they still haven't fixed the building from where the tree hit it, I don't hold out real hope.
As soon as I got to Doug's, I frantically changed passwords on all my computer accounts, just in case. Doug was worked up so he was particularly talkative which made Laura K talkative which was all echoing in my head. After I calmed down a bit, I got hungry (and needed to get out of there for a bit) and decided I wanted Sonic. Doug said he would go with me.
On the way, he told me that he was particularly frustrated with the roommates at the moment. I don't remember how the conversation got to it exactly, but he said that he had told Laura K tonight that the break-in was probably the first thing that starts him towards moving in with me. I teared up. He said that he didn't want the woman he loves to be alone or in a place like that. While I won't get my hopes up completely since he had the thoughts in a cloud of high emotion, it really meant a lot to me for him to feel that way.
After the abnormally long work day and choas of the evening, I fell asleep pretty easily. Unfortunately, I woke up 4 hours or so later wide awake.
I haven't necessarily been upset about what was taken (since it wasn't that much and nothing else was damaged) or that someone went through my stuff. What upsets me is that someone got in. I've had nightmares about that for years and the fact that I can't figure out exactly how they got in worries me more.
In truth, I've been expecting somethin like this to happen for a while. Ever since it has only been 2 women living in the building (and only one with a car to look like someone lives there), I've been aware of how vulnerable the place is. All the doors and locks are dodgy. I'm actually a little surprised it took this long.
As I was lying in bed unable to fall back asleep, I started thinking about my credit report and pay stubs that they may have grabbed (although, if they did, they carefully took the mound of papers in those shelves out because nothing was dropped on the floor). Still, I just feel like this has to be worse than I am realizing right now.
I guess for now, this is another of those unknowns - exactly how this will all turn out between the insurance claim, Doug and me living together, or the increased security at the building. I'm learning to roll with the punches (and blessings), either way.
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