Soon after I returned from India in January, I received a series of emails from neighbors letting me know they had been robbed. In the 40 years I’ve lived here, I’ve had only one break-in. That was in the 70’s and was clearly the work of a child. l made that conclusion at the time because the thief had ignored the boombox and other things that were of value. The only item taken was a piggy bank. They then dropped the piggy bank as they fled down the back stairs. Loose change was scattered everywhere.
The robberies that are happening now, however, are more serious. Laptops, jewelry, and money seem to be the most sought after items.
I was quite nervous about this string of burglaries. The next time I was in my hall closet, my passports caught my eye. There were two old ones in addition to the current one. I chastised myself for leaving something that valuable in such an unsecured location.
I decided to lock the expired passports in my legal document file. The current one, I would leave in an even safer place. Why I didn’t put it in the locked file cabinet I will never know. As you might suspect, I now have no clue where I hid it.
In three weeks, I am going to Toronto and need a passport to cross the border. I’ve spent the last month tearing the house apart looking for it. It seems to me I’ve looked everywhere multiple times.
Now I’m even going into old boxes. A few days ago I opened a box and FOUND pictures I hadn’t seen for many years. I love them. Here is a sampling:
I am SO glad I found the pictures. Now if I could only find the passport!
Written for Writing 101 Assignment #13 – Write about finding something