Poor Serena. We were devastated to come upon the discovery that our tiny house had been broken into over the weekend and all our belongings inside stolen. The saddest part is that Serena will have to bear this nightmare on her face until we can afford to get the glass in the French door fixed. Whoever robbed us, smashed right through our dual pane glass. It seems they had a lot of time to finish the job.
What hurts me the most is no one thought to call and inform us of the incident. I happened upon the scene by myself as I drove to site in Sylvan Hills to pick something up from the house. It was terrifying to say the least. I saw the damage from afar as I pulled up. I hoped it was just the privacy screen peeling off, but as I walked closer my worst fears came true.
I immediately went into panic mode and called Greg to tell him what happened. I was so scared, I dared not go inside for fear that someone was still in there, but I had to document the crime, so I put on a brave face and stepped inside. Cabinet doors flung haphazardly left and right, more glass all over the floor, all our electronics gone, they even took our mini fridge. It was a horrid scene, our pride and joy desecrated for material gain. Who could be so cruel?
I wanted to cry and hit something simultaneously. I felt in my heart that it was my fault for putting us in this situation (the Airbnb partnership fiasco). I had always known something like this could happen, and, in the back of my head, felt how sketchy the neighborhood could be, but for some reason I thought to stick it out. Look where that got us.
After surveying the scene, I decided to go get Greg to help me pick up the pieces--literally. We grabbed the rest of our belongings the thiefs thought not fit for stealing and began the mad search to get Serena the hell out of that location.
Where will Serena end up next and how will we get our stuff back? Stay tuned for our next post on Serena Tiny House. #serenatinyhouse