On Memorial Day weekend our cars got broken into. Our. Mine and Mike’s. And at least 4 others in my mother’s suburban neighborhood. We were visiting family for the long weekend. I never in my life thought that my mother’s neighborhood was unsafe. It is not unsafe. I lived in that house for 16 years. The neighborhood is full of kids and pets. Little league and ballerinas. Young families starting out with young babies. Older people who spend the days in their garden. Houses don’t just get robbed there. Cars don’t get burgalarized. It is safe.
But I am wrong.
I hate to admit it, but nowhere feels safe. While my family slept, someone went into my car. Kneeled on my seat. Ransacked my glove box. Took my camera bag (because my hands were just too full to carry it in) and made out with my new Canon Rebel AND my Sony HD handycam. They took my husbands IPOD right from his gym bag. They took my neighbors Ipad, another neighbors son’s Ipod touches. Some money. Who knows what else they made out with that night.
I feel violated and devastated. No one was hurt. I thank god for that. The things stolen can be replaced. My pictures and videos are all backed up. That is not the point. A criminal has access to pictures of my daughter. I pray he throws out the memory cards before he tries to sell them for a quick dollar.
I am uncomfortable that we live in such an unsafe world. It is not fair that I look over my shoulder when I strap Mini in her carseat in the broad daylight in the Target parking lot. It is not fair that I have anxiety walking to my car alone at night. It is not fair that I look at everyone questionably, because the man that helped you cross the street just stole the Iphone out of your purse. I feel bitter and sad that this is what the world has become.
My stolen items can be replaced. I lost out on a lot of money and replacing them wasn’t exactly my thoughts for my next big purchase, but they can be replaced. I learned a lesson. You never think anything of leaving bags, diaper bags, shopping bags, etc in your car, until a thief wants to know what is in them.
Is it just me?? Am I the only one who feels as though the world is getting too unsafe? Am I just a worrywart, anxiety ridden freak? Am I the only one that wants to live in a castle on top of a hill with gates and police and alarm systems so I can have my babies in peace and not be scared of the world? Tell me I’m not the only one.