Why Can't I Have Nice Things?

[hrj]

So now they took my car. From out of my driveway. Last night while I was sleeping. And once again I get to do the whole thing with police reports and insurance companies and turning my life and schedule upside down to deal with details while trying to maintain a competent professional life and keep up with all my personal commitments. I know I do a good impression of brushing it all off and just carrying on, but what I really really want to do is go crawl in a hole and cry and not come out again until the world is a friendly, pleasant, sane place where I'm allowed to have nice things without random anonymous assholes breaking them or taking them away from me. You know, if someone were actually specifically targeting me for persecution I'm not sure how different it could be. No, don't answer that.

Maybe my life would be simpler if I just sold this house and got a nice little just-me place somewhere with a lower crime rate. No burglaries, no car thefts, no vandalism, no hassles of being a landlady. I'm so very very tired.

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[houseboatonstyx.livejournal.com]

Is this the place that's like a tree house? That's worth a lot of courage.

I had a kill switch installed in my car, not too expensive. It's a hidden switch that prevents the battery engaging, so an attempt to start it just causes a loud 'low battery' kind of noise.

Good luck with it all.

[hrj.livejournal.com]

There's always one more level of security one can add. And there's always one more level of criminal effort that can overcome it. I'd already started coming to terms with the conclusion that I might leave this place when I retire, and that makes it more possible to contemplate leaving sooner. I've invested a lot of myself into this property, but there have been several points along the way when I acknowledged that it was with the knowledge that I might leave it all behind some day.