Violated

Michael and I both owned homes when we met. We obviously do not need two homes, so we completely remolded my house and put it up for sale.

We still go down there...this country girl likes to take advantage of her country home for as long as she can...plus, the yard is HUGE

So we are down there even more in the summer. That pretty short grass doesn't stay that way long. (I swear mine was the only yard that needed mowed constantly during the drought this summer!)

We did a lot of work to my house...pouring ourselves, our time and our money into it. I am quite proud of the end product...and one of my favorite rooms is the living room. Wouldn't you want to live here if you were shown this house?

We were down at the house last week as usual and everything looked just as you see in the above picture. Then we come down again on later in the week. This is what my pretty living room looked like.

I couldn't believe it.

I was furious.

But it was about more than just the furniture and other things they took.

Someone had come into my home...MY HOME. The place that is supposed to be my safe place...the place that is so very personal. Not only were they there without my knowledge or permission, but I can imagine them standing there deciding what to take...they had to have put some thought into it because it was the most random items that they took and they left other things...they even dumped my hamper and took it.

Almost like they were "shopping" for exactly what they needed.

It just makes you feel completely violated and vulnerable.

I am just so very grateful that we were not there with Ryder when they tried to break in. I am also grateful that they did not actually break anything to get in...it appears that they used the lock box that the realtor had on the door (which no longer has a key in it btw). The doors and windows were locked and nothing was broken.

So I will yet again think of the sign in the kitchen...Remember the day's blessings...forget the day's troubles.

I think he brightens up the room again...don't you?