When we got home from the Christmas party yesterday evening, we found the front door unlocked. Once we got inside we discovered other open doors and windows. It so happened that we got home right in the middle of a burglary.

The thieves got maybe 5 minutes inside the house, at most. Despite the open window, the living room didn’t even feel cold yet. Despite this short time they had time to make away with several laptop computers and some jewellery. But I guess we were lucky; there was much more that they could have taken.

The loss of the laptops is mostly a monetary problem and a slight annoyance. Mine is fully backed both to an external hard drive and to the cloud (and oh how grateful I am for that right now!). Ingrid’s was also backed up and didn’t have much valuable content anyway. Losing my work laptop is more annoying, because it’s going to cost hours of work to set something up so I can work again.

The same goes for all the locks, which we’ll have to replace since the thieves got a bunch of keys.

The real loss, to me, is the loss of my necklaces. They took the opal, which was really special to me. They also took a vintage pendant on a gold chain, neither of which has any real monetary value, but the gold chain was one of the very few things that I inherited from my grandmother, and every time I put it on, I was briefly reminded of her.

I don’t feel unsafe, anxious, helpless, or traumatized. Just sad and annoyed.

The kids were understandably anxious and temporarily moved into our bedroom for a few nights. Adrian especially is young enough to have a picture-book “bad guy” mental image of thieves: looking recognizably thief-like, a bit dumb and violent, not really like other people. We’ve been talking a fair bit about why and how thieves steal, to make them seem more human and understandable/predictable, and thus less scary.