Tuesday morning on my way to campus, neighbor dude tells me that there have been a couple of break-ins in the neighborhood and to be on the lookout for suspicious behavior. He always speaks to me and he shoveled my walk last year, so I don’t think he’s messing with me. However, he’s pretty vague about what actually happened, so I don’t really stress about it until you guessed it: it’s time for bed. I’m not worried about the car; it has a pretty advanced alarm system and once it’s set, if you breathe on that baby it’s going to wake up the neighborhood. The house, however, is lacking an advanced security system.
What do I do? I go to bed with all of lights on and worry half the night about the possibility of a break-in. I share my concerns with T., who does her best to reassure me that everything is going to be ok. It is, but I’m still a little wary and it’s hard to shake the feeling that I’m a sitting duck.
A couple of hours ago, I hear a UPS truck outside, and then I hear the tell-tale sound of a box hitting the door. I don’t remember ordering anything and the box is too big to be a forgotten a book order. It occurs to me that my girlfriend has probably surprised me with something, ’cause you know, she does that from time to time. Lo and behold, I open the box and T. has sent me two secure door lock/bar thingies for the house! She wanted me to feel safe, especially since she can’t always be here with me (she works out of the country). Although I’m not quite sure that these bars will totally eradicate my fears, I do know that T.’s thoughtfulness and concern for my well-being made my day.
Ain’t love grand?