Housebreaking
So while I slept through it this time and my downstairs neighbor chased him off before anything could happen, someone tried to break into the side door of the house I live in last night (which is a door away from my own door), and once again I'm thinking about what it means to feel unsafe in places I live in.
It's funny, because while I'm living in a somewhat seedier part of town than I used to, "seedy" is a real stretch for this town. I'd have to go looking for real seed, I think. Or, apparently, I can just go to sleep and said seed will approach me at night. I'm not sure which is more upsetting, and maybe it doesn't matter: the sort of housebreaking that happens in broad daylight (in the manner of last time - also in October, oddly), or the sort that happens while I'm sleeping. Both completely creep me out, both remind me that any sense of safety I have is mostly illusory, even if most people are generally trustworthy (or at least won't break into your house).
There's been reports of a fair amount of this going on in town lately, which is funny, because I never hear about it on the news (and you can't tell me there's much more to report in the middle of Missouri...). Some friends and I were talking about it a few weeks ago, which prompted me, for the first time ever, to get renter's insurance, should anyone break in and take my, um, books. Last night was a worthwhile reminder of how I can't really insure what's most important that I protect. A bummer.
It's funny, because while I'm living in a somewhat seedier part of town than I used to, "seedy" is a real stretch for this town. I'd have to go looking for real seed, I think. Or, apparently, I can just go to sleep and said seed will approach me at night. I'm not sure which is more upsetting, and maybe it doesn't matter: the sort of housebreaking that happens in broad daylight (in the manner of last time - also in October, oddly), or the sort that happens while I'm sleeping. Both completely creep me out, both remind me that any sense of safety I have is mostly illusory, even if most people are generally trustworthy (or at least won't break into your house).
There's been reports of a fair amount of this going on in town lately, which is funny, because I never hear about it on the news (and you can't tell me there's much more to report in the middle of Missouri...). Some friends and I were talking about it a few weeks ago, which prompted me, for the first time ever, to get renter's insurance, should anyone break in and take my, um, books. Last night was a worthwhile reminder of how I can't really insure what's most important that I protect. A bummer.