The good: Lots of fine folks were in town, family and friends, people we hadn't seen a while, some blown away by the storm, some otherwise.We're not alone in this. Theft from unoccupied homes is an epidemic right now in this city. With an understaffed, overstretched police force and the absence of neighborly eyes and ears, it's easy pickins'. The officer who took my report said that they have one to two similar cases a day just in our area.
The bad: New Year's Eve Eve, somebody busted down the back door of our house and stole all of the brand new, recently delivered appliances from our kitchen. (And they didn't even have the courtesy to turn off the water lines, causing our kitchen to re-flood until it was discovered late the next morning. Rude bastards.)
Considering what a dominant role the house plays in our lives right now, I've said relatively little about it here. We're in the end game—our return is imminent—which is tremendously exciting, but this stage is also turning out to be one of the most exhausting. We're ready, we're done, but the list never quite seems to end: an infinitude of small finishing details, the still ongoing back and forth with the insurance company, getting the big-ass pile of construction debris hauled out of our yard, the replacement of stolen appliances*, etc.
But soon we'll be there. There's plenty left to do, but we'll be there.
I think I could sleep for a week. Can somebody arrange that?
Onward and upward.
* As plain old infuriating as it is to have someone break into your house and steal your stuff, really our main reaction was, "Are you fucking kidding me? There's more?"