Okay— so I just registered even though I have been lurking since I picked up my knitting needles again since the late summer. And, I think the reason why I am posting is because even after taking a mental health day from work and knitting furiously I am now still anxious.
Last night when I came home from feeding the horses at the barn where my horse lives and hanging out with my best friend at the barn, I came home to a cold house. It was around 9:30pm and I should have noticed the fact my house was freezing and that my kitty family was not visible. I live in the country and I usually only leave the outdoor lights on when I am not home (or my mom who lives with me as she just graduated from college as a returning adult and is looking for a job). As I stepped into my house, I heard a huge commotion-- and my first thoughts were that maybe my kitties were playing? Then I felt the floor vibrate with running feet-- I backed out of my house scared to death realizing that as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light that my back door was wide open and my living room was in a disarray.
When I backed out, I heard the footsteps running behind me in my backyard and through a bush line that seperates my house from an old home and property that is being prepared to be razed for development so it is an empty home.
I did not know whether to go back into my house or what-- so I then left the house and got into my car and called the police. I saw the burglarers backing out of the empty home and drive away. I guess they were not ultra professional criminals since they had to back out of the old driveway and they had not planned on that obviously.
As soon as it became dark today-- I felt… scared. Even though my boss told me to definitely take a sick day to secure my windows and doors and straighten my house— the burglarers had gone through every single drawer, closet, box— even my shoe boxes in my closet! They had busted a window in the back of my house and yet I can not find anything major they took. I have a MAC mini computer and I dont think they could find it (it is very tiny) and I have a laptop which was unplugged and hidden underneath my comforter since I had stripped the beds earlier that morning.
After waiting all night and getting the crime scene people out there to take fingerprints it was demoralizing to realize that the burglarars wore gloves and there is a slim chance of them being caught. The neighbour (I dont know if you can call someone who lives 10 acres away a neighbour) said that his home had been broken into dueing the day time a couple of months ago. It jus tmakes me feel violated and as if someone has taken away that false hope of… being safe.
Even though I have tried to do just me things today, I feel like I can still hear those running footsteps in my house and it makes me paranoid to even leave my house. I keep thinking what if they come back… rationally I dont think they will. As I think they think I saw them pretty clearly… I pulled out of my driveway about an acre away from them as they backed out of the other driveway.
Anyhow… I have knitted two dishcloths today, but I still feel a lurch everytime I hear a sound.
Anyone have any experiences?