Someone has been in my garage. A few days ago I noticed some boxes moved around, some bins opened and some other things shifted. I thought nothing of it really - just that one of the sisters was looking for something.
I thought later that the choice of things that were moved and opened was a bit odd. The Hallowe'en decorations were moved and a box was ripped open. The bags of donations was opened and riffled through. It felt off, but I ignored it.
Then I asked Ky about it. Two of her bins of clothes and linens were open, but she had not been in them. It was then my stomach sank.
Someone had been in my garage.
The main dead bolt is usually locked. All summer long it is locked. But, in the winter with the shifting of houses and expanding of metal, it does not lock. So, the door has been open. I didn't think it was a big deal. You can't easily get into my backyard anyway. The gates are frozen and I haven't shovelled a path. There is no access through the back unless you step over the fence, but that requires trudging through snow. It never dawned on me that someone would do it.
I feel slightly sick about it. That feeling of being dirtied and invaded. As far as I know, nothing is missing (which is good considering the tools and such I have in there) but it is the knowledge that someone trespassed in my life without my permission. The knowledge that people are really that untrustworthy. You would think I would know that by now. I see it daily at work. But still it come as a shock to my system.
I have figured out the other lock on the door works during the winter when it never works in the summer. So, I am back to locking the door at all times again. But I regret that I am forced to do so.