I spent the weekend looking over my shoulder, hyper-aware of my surroundings and the people around me.
After a few weeks of prepping my young teen sister for our upcoming trip to Guatemala ("Don't bring anything you are attached to!" "You may not come back with everything you bring" "People in our group had things stolen in Guatemala City last year"), I found myself pointing a finger right in the mirror.
The warnings I had been giving my sister stared me right back in the face- and not in a foreign country, in my own backyard.
On Friday morning, very, very early, I met up with a friend of mine. I hadn't seen Em in over a month and it was high time we caught up on each other's lives. After all, since we'd last seen each other we had both been to the beach! And jobs ended and began! We literally had a list of things to re-connect on, and spent a good two hours walking multiple miles at a gorgeous local lake.
After chatting and catching up, we hopped into our respective cars. I sensed something was not right, and imagine my surprise when this is what I discovered to my right--
It would appear that while we were enjoying our time together, someone else was also enjoying some new belongings of their own.
So, here's where it gets interesting. I had an interview in half an hour, followed by two more interviews spread out over the afternoon. It wasn't my car, it was a babysitting client's car that I had in my possession because I was picking kids up from school later in the day. I do have to say that the people who the car belongs to handled it all extremely well, coming to clean up the glass with a big bucket as well as switching cars with me.
On the one hand, I could totally kick myself. My bag was on the floor, facing down. Nothing was showing, at all. I left my own car and house keys in the middle console. Those were (amazingly!) not touched, nor were my client's important work papers and files or my job-hunt binder.
However, I did have to part with a perfectly acceptable cute summer purse, library books that will cost me $60 to replace, and my iPad. Yes...my iPad, that (insert slight hyperventilation here) I saved up for months to buy and had in my possession only a short few months. I'd be lying if I said that doesn't affect me at all. I'm in the midst of job searching, and with a 5+ year old computer that enjoys giving me the blue screen of death multiple times a day, the iPad was of valuable use to me these days...but I'm surviving.
I did return to the scene of the crime to scour nearby tall weeds and trash cans, holding out slight hope that the thief took the iPad and left the books and purse. No such luck, but maybe s/he will decide to be slightly kind (ha, ha) and return the library books? A girl can hope.
So, my awareness for surroundings has been heightened a lot these last couple days. I'm trying to avoid the "what if" game and am so, extremely thankful that I happened to have my wallet and phone with me.
I hope the thief enjoys reading my library books on Guatemala. I'm sure they will be extremely helpful. Boo.