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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Stolen.

Sunday night we accidentally left our garage door open. I didn't realize it until early Monday morning when I went to go to the gym, opened the door to the garage, and my car was gone. We usually keep our keys in our car in the garage but put the garage door down. My husband happened to take his key fob in the house with him Sunday night, and although they rooted through his car, they obviously didn't find his key or take anything. 

Luckily I didn't have anything of value in the car and we're even luckier whoever stole it didn't walk right into our house from the garage since our door connecting the two was unlocked, as it usually is. After filing a police report and contacting our insurance company all we could do was wait, keep our eyes open, and hope we heard something from the police. 

Later that afternoon I received an email from a woman who works for the same University as me that said her husband found my work ID badge near a trail area about mile from our house. I contacted the woman and also spoke to her husband who helped narrow down the specific area. My husband decided to go on the trail and see if he would find any other things that they might have tossed along with my name tags. Just as he got to the end of the trail, he noticed some apartments that backed up to the trail and...my car. 

The Sheriff and police interviewed people in the apartment complex and of course no one knew anything. After inspecting the car, they dusted and were able to get a few good sets of fingerprints. I'm guessing this isn't these people's first rodeo, so I'm hoping they're already in the system and the fingerprints will turn up a hit. Everything in the car was gone including the boys' carseats and Ben's backpack. They also found a wallet and some items from another girl that they must have stolen as well. 

To be honest, this entire situation was been one huge pain in the ass. For my own mental sanity I'm telling myself that the little assholes must have really needed a carseat and backpack and that it went to some innocent little kid instead of being trashed in a dumpster. I keep thinking that if I had just shut the door or gone back out to get something from the garage I would have noticed the door was up. 

In the past day we've changed our locks and garage remotes and codes, upgraded our security system, and put in extra security cameras. We now lock the door from our garage into our house and keep our cars locked in the garage as well. Since we don't live a "bad" neighborhood, I never thought we needed to do these things. One of the things that surprised me the most in talking to people about this experience is just how many people have had their car stolen or broken into. And we all have similar reactions. You feel violated, annoyed, on edge, but also grateful.

While I was waiting for the police to arrive, the sun was beginning to rise, and I was finally able to calm down and get a little perspective back. While it's annoying and a huge inconvenience, at the end of the day it's just a car. We were safe, we learned some valuable lessons, and we put safety measures into place that we should have been doing already. Scary, shitty things are going to happen in life. But so are wonderful awesome things. And I'll be celebrating those things while cruising in my car with the windows down :) 
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