Today should have been about adventure!
It should have been filled with excitement and anticipation and joy at being back on the open road in our home on wheels.
Instead that joy has been replaced with sadness, hurt and anger.
Our home of just a few months, our campervan that we had JUST made ‘home’ has been broken into and robbed during its passage from the States to Australia. It has been broken into and robbed by the people we paid to transport our vehicle. It has been broken into and robbed even though we made every attempt to secure our meagre belongings. The locks have been smashed by the people getting paid to transport my van, my HOME to Australia.
Not only have they taken our things, they have also taken the shine off our road trip in Australia. Already I don’t want to replace anything because we have to ship the van again to Singapore. Why should I keep buying things that I NEED to live like pans, utensils and toiletries just to have them stolen from me again and again.
I can’t afford to lose these things again and again. I am sick and tired of losing the things that we treat ourselves to so that we can live a comfortable life like everyone else.
For once in this journey Alex had a toolkit that was gifted to him by Bob and Cindy, the couple we bought the van from, and he loved it, he took care of it, he made our van more like home with it and it has been stolen. Now we don’t even have a single screw driver to take down the partitions we built so that our things wouldn’t be stolen. They even took the cheap multi-end screwdriver set that looked like it came out of a cracker that we bought WAY back in Peru!
After always making do with everything in Peggy (yes I am STILL going on about that and yes, it still hurts) we decided that this time round we would treat ourselves to a few things to make our life more comfortable, like a docking station for the Ipod in Boris. We treat ourselves to a small rechargeable hoover and hell, we even bought a small cheap iron so we didn’t have to look like we lived in a van. All stolen.
Pans. They took my fucking pans! and my plastic fish slice, and serving spoons, they even took my wooden spoon and my cheese grater for fucks sake. They did leave the box that they stole all of the green tea out of though so maybe I shouldn’t completely, insanely, quiveringly angry.
They also took the travel Iron my Nanna gave me which was as old as the hills and I was keeping for posterity, they took my small glass tortoise lucky charm (oh the irony) that my Mum bought me before we left on this trip and they took my make-up compact that I have had for 10 years.
I am SO angry, I am so upset and I am just so, fucking SICK to death of my home being violated. I know we have a LOT compared to some people but we also have VERY little compared to some people too. Everything we have is all we have in the world and we care for it, we look after it and we need it.
I suppose at least we have each other, we are both fine and safe and they sell pans in the shops and we CAN replace most of the things we have lost but I don’t want to. I just want my own 4 year old pans back.