Wow.

So, we've moved in here successfully, there are still boxes everywhere and lots of things yet to be found and unpacked, but we've met a few nice people and things have been generally good and quiet here.

BUT.

The day before yesterday, my dad and I were finished with pretty much everything at work, so we decided to leave early and take a trip to the old house. We didn't leave much stuff there, just some boxes in the garage along with a few stray things inside of the house. All of the trash in the house was left in garbage bags, but since garbage pickup was several days away on the day in which we moved out, we left the garbage bags inside. My dad and I went down there to bring the leftover boxes to storage, and take the big garbage bags to the curb to be picked up. Totally normal, right?

Everything seemed normal at the old house aside from the fact that the power has already been turned off, so it was like really hot inside. But then I walked into what used to be the shared master bedroom, and holy fucking shit.

Someone broke into the house between our moving out and going back a few days later. All of the garbage in the garbage bags was dumped all over the floor and had been sifted through. My beanbag (which we were throwing in the trash anyway) was also gone. The worst part was the wall. Where the beanbag used to be, the people who broke in literally kicked down the entire wall. If they had knocked it in any further, you would be able to see into the bathroom right next to the wall.

My dad called me into my mom's old room and we found that they had also destroyed her closet door. There were two very distinct footprints on the center, like someone had picked another person up and they'd run toward the door, then pushed their feet into it. We looked around closely and found that they had also locked the master bedroom door and kicked it in from the outside, (whyyyy?) causing the entire door to crack in half and the doorknob to break. All of the trash was everywhere, the cabinets had been opened even though there was nothing inside, they stole some pots and pans we left on the counter, and headed to the garage to figure out what we were going to do.

We opened the garage door only to find that my dad's meticulous garage packing job (he stacked like all of the boxes in a neat little pile in the middle of the garage so we could easily move them to storage) had been ransacked. Every single box and bag had been torn through and dumped out. They stole my old electric guitar that had been packed away in the corner, and the white shelves in the corner of the garage. They also stole a big case of my mom's oil paints. None of the childhood pictures or keepsakes we kept in the garage got damaged, just thrown onto the floor. It actually didn't seem like whoever broke in was trying to steal valuables, they just broke in to run around and fuck everything up. I doubt they thought that we were going to come back to the house to get any of the stuff in the boxes. They missed my box of collectible Breyer horses (early-teens phase I went through hurr durr) that's worth about$600, though, so they missed probably the most valuable thing left in the house.

We called 311 and filed a report, but it's likely that nothing will be done about it. They did leave lots of footprints all over the garage on a peice of giant paper that my mom had drawn Malfina (from Outlaw Star!!) on in like 2002. The cop that came to do the report said that everything would be referred to a detective, and they were cracking down a little harder on small-time break ins like this, because many of them are gang related. Hopefully something will get done and solved, but it isn't likely.

It isn't the fact that some of our useless stuff is gone that bothers me. It's that like, if we hadn't moved out on that particular day, if we'd still been living there and one of us forgot to lock the backdoor when we went out to eat, would this still have happened? Would our computers, consoles, and other electronics be gone? What about jewelry and decorations and stuff? It scares the crap out of me to think that we lived in a neighborhood where this could happen just a week ago. I don't think I'll ever forget to lock to the door and the windows again after seeing what they did to the old house! We're super lucky not to have anything truly valuable lost, it's just whoa that this all happened.

On a side note we get to do shots for a BMX biker person this Monday at work. =w=

EDIT;; Oh-hoooo. My aunt and mom just called me telling me that when they drove to the old house today to drop Bri off, guess which shelves they saw in the garage of our across-the-street neighbors? Our white ones that were stolen from the garage!! Now there won't even need to be an investigation, they will be arrested and our random stolen stuff will be returned. Happy ending today. C:

But really, how much of an idiot do you have to be to steal from your neighbors, then put the stolen goods where they could easily identify it? .___.;;