Saturday, January 1, 2011

329. Nothing of Value


We knew that our home had been broken into during our vacation. Our neighbor called with the bad news a couple days ago. We knew that much of our electronics were left in tack and we also knew that even though all the rooms, cabinets, closets, and dressers had been gone though, the house was not ransacked. So we didn't run home, or cut the vacation short.

Tonight when we returned was our first chance to look through the home personally. As our neighbor described most of the house was ok. The dresser drawers were half way open and my neatly folded clothes messed up, but generally everything was in place. The cameras, play station, lap top, and even credit cards, jewelry, and money were left alone, but a small box that belongs to my husband was taken. The box didn't contain anything of monetary value. But for Curtis its contents was truly valuable - the box held small momentos like concert ticket stubs and flyers that serve as important reminders and memories. We can't understand why anyone would want those things. Why break into a home for someone's momentos? Oddly enough the violation seems even worse than when I was hoping my camera wasn't taken.

This was the first vacation that we choose to bring our pit bull with us. As we left a couple weeks ago I mentioned to Curtis that I was nervous about bringing her.  I noted that I always felt the house is secure with her around.


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