Where have I been?
Despite my best intentions of posting here regularly, life got in the way, or let’s be honest – I just got lazy! So, it has been quite some time since my last post, in which I said the next post would be a continuation of skin care. Well, since I delayed so long, other things have come up that I feel need to be shared, if for no other reason to get them off my chest and move forward.
The summer has been a very busy one, with lots of travel and activities. At the end of June I took a two week road trip with my family to Nebraska for a small family reunion. Then at the end of July I went to Ocean Shores for a few days with my sister to participate in the Hog Wild motorcycle event as a vendor, returned home and immediately turned around to go to Dallas for the annual Mary Kay Seminar for three days. I came home for a week and left again with my husband to Chicago for his business meeting and a few days of actual vacation. Lots to share about each of these, but not right now.
Now, to get to the heart of what I really want to talk about.
A few days after returning from Chicago I went to my property in Shoreline that my son had recently moved out of. I hadn’t been there in about a month but my son said he had been there a couple of weeks beforehand. When I arrived at about 9:00 pm there were people there – people I didn’t know. They had a rental truck and trailer and were moving in! I was in total shock!!
“Who are you?” I asked. The story they gave was they found the property on Craig’s list as a rental and paid $1400 to someone named Don. They knew my first name, the legal version, which I rarely use. I said it was my property and they had no right to be there. They had a large pool set up in the yard, furniture and personal belongings in the house that was supposed to be empty. The power was off to the other house that I use when I go to Seattle. ALL of my belongings were dumped and scattered! Shock is not a strong enough word to use to express how I felt. The people left and I haven’t seen them or evidence of their return, but the damage they left is still there. Not just physical but emotional damage.
This was not a rental scam or someone who was down on their luck and needed a place to crash. These people were here with intention. Intention to take what they wanted, use what they could, and have a place to live without any consideration for me, the property owner. They broke into doors and windows, cut into the ceiling, used a hammer-drill to dig 10 inches of cement out of an antique safe, stole my jewelry, coins, and other personal items. They left a makeshift water pipe and there were broken glass pipes in the garbage, that were most likely used for meth or some similar drug. There were also several strange seeming items grouped together, which I later found a “recipe” for some type of drug that used these things. They also cut wires that make no sense – like the wire to the thermostat on my furnace and the wires inside of it. Worst of all, they stole my identity information and have already attempted to apply for credit with it. Who knows how long that will go on! I will now always have to be aware of the possibility and take preventative measures. They have also violated my space and safety. I can no longer stay at the property, even if I get it all cleaned up. When I go there now, which I have to clean up and also make a visible presence to ensure no one tries to squat again, I am on constant alert that someone might be there or come in while I’m there. Thank God I have my dog or I don’t think I would be able to go there at all.
Here are a few pictures of what they did:
Such a strong affect on me.
This is the house and property where I grew up. There is a lot of history there, both good and bad, but I have never felt so violated and unsafe there as I do now. The things that are gone or damaged can’t be replaced. My faith in people has been so damaged and I now have a VERY negative feeling toward so many people that I see unjustly. I hope that my faith and positive attitude will return, but right now it’s hard to imagine.
Questions keep coming up as to why they did some of the things they did or why people are like this. What’s going to happen next? I’m told the police can’t do really do anything even though I found identifying information about the people who broke in. There’s little to “prove” it was them or that they didn’t have the right to be there. Property owners have little rights anymore.
It has been extremely emotionally draining to be at the property, deal with the mess, and go through everything there. There are YEARS of things that have been left there, waiting to be dealt with. That’s mostly on me. I save almost everything – partially out of necessity (all of those legal papers you keep for 7 – 10 years) and partially out of the difficulty I have with letting go. Most of it should have been gone through a long, long time ago. It is like sifting through my entire life again. Things from childhood and my adult life that have been set aside. I am trying to look at this as a cleansing process. Time to clear out the junk, both figuratively and literally. However, it takes a lot of time and energy. It has affected me in my entire life right now, with my time, energy and stress level. I guess I can be somewhat grateful to these douche-bags for giving me the motivation and impetus to do it now and open up my life and energy for new and better things. I just keep reminding myself that there is light at the end of the tunnel! This too shall pass…..