I found it weird this morning when I got a phone call from my landlord not even an hour into my shift at work. I made the quick decision to answer, and it followed with “Amber, I have some bad news.” Thinking of the worst possible scenarios, a thousand things ran through my head. Did I leave my hair straightener on? Was there a fire/flood? Did my rat die?… Then she said it, “Downstairs was broken into just now. I saw the guy, and chased him, but I don’t know what he took. I’m so sorry.” 2 days after giving my notice, we got broken into again.
They say that being broken into is one of the most violating feelings you can experience. Coming home to your belongings strewn across your floor and searching for possessions you knew you had is terrifying. But it’s not as terrifying as thinking about the person scoping out your house, or watching you as you leave for work. Seeing the bike tracks leading up to my window, the screen on the ground, and marks on the outside of my window where they peered in to see if there was anyone home. Was he watching me while I was sleeping? Then knowing that they went through your dresser drawers searching for anything worth selling, grazing your clothes with their hands.
Last year we were broken into not once, but twice within a month of us moving out of the suite we were living in. We lost everything. 4 computers, backpacks and a camera and a huge mess later, we were devastated. We learned that it was important to hide our laptops in a secure location every time we left the house, and to close the curtains every night. But it didn’t stop them this time. Both of my vintage Pentax cameras are gone, along with the Wii Gaming Console that I was gifted only a few months ago. They weren’t worth a lot of money, but those cameras were so sentimentally valuable to me. Although not a lot was taken, it still hurts that we were victimized yet again.
Being through 3 break ins in a year has made me a stronger person, and it’s clear that I need to get away from basement apartments in East Vancouver. But with the average cost of housing in Vancouver and my average wages, I doubt that it will be feasible. I guess just keeping my chin up and searching for apartments, hoping for the best.
I’m also hoping that this doesn’t happen again: