I was unsure if I should post this or not, we haven’t told too many people that our house was broken into, we try not to consider it a big deal. And honestly, it’s not, because they didn’t steal anything. There was nothing to be stolen. Here’s the story.
Our minimalist home
We embraced minimalism almost one year ago – we sold, donated, recycled or in extreme cases threw away, most of our possessions. We kept the essentials, the things we use regularly and the things we love. You can read about our adventure here. Mid-March this year we left our London flat to escape to the countryside. We hired a small van and our entire life fitted into that thing. It was amazing to watch; we realised we’ve done well.
The house we moved into is almost too big for two people and two dogs, but “this is how they make them”. We wanted to live in a greener, cleaner area, away from the big city where we couldn’t breathe anymore. We love London, but it’s so much better to go back home at the end of the day to a place where the noise just stops.
So now the trick – we left our partly furnished flat for an unfurnished house. There were a few things that we needed to get – some chairs to sit on when we eat, a sofa for the living room and a mattress (no bed, just the mattress!) to sleep on. And I bought all furniture second-hand, for almost nothing. I turned one of the bedrooms into a Yoga room, the living room and part of the kitchen are dog playing areas, and all the counters are as empty as possible. Yeah, the house is half empty, and we love it – we can breathe.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago. It was my last day at the office; I was preparing to pack my things and say goodbye when I got a phone call from Alin. When I saw that he’s ringing me, I immediately knew something was wrong because we never talk on the phone, we text. The last time he called me was when Leona was attacked at the park, and he was rushing her to the vet. Here’s the conversation.
“Baby, someone broke in.”
“Are you ok?”
“Are the girls home with you?”
“Are you sure they’re not in anymore?”
“What did they get?”
“Ok, call the police, and we’ll talk later. Calm down.”
Trying not to touch anything, Alin scanned the house after he called the police. Nothing was missing. All drawers were open, everything was turned and searched through, and our garden window was smashed, but that was it.
A few tips from the police
After a talk with the police, we learned that they:
1. Pick at random (knock on the door pretending to sell something; if no one answers, they try to break in);
2. Are only after small but very valuable things (money, jewellery);
3. They ignore Apple products because it’s a pain to unlock and sell them.
Another tip from the police was that they usually go straight to the master bedroom because that’s where people keep their valuables hidden. I guess they had a big surprise to see we don’t even have a proper bed.
They ignored our living room drawers (the TV stand) and the whole kitchen area. Something to consider when hiding stuff.
Fun fact: they broke the window to get in, but unlocked the door to get out!?!
The broken window is covered by the landlord’s home insurance so aside from the initial shock, a bit of disruption, talks with the police and the insurance company, it’s business as usual.
Peace of mind
Before this happened, I had a conversation with my mom and told her that I’m confident enough to go on vacation and leave the doors open because there is nothing to be stolen. I was obviously right. And honestly, if I leave the door open at least they won’t break my window again.