We are the first generation to feel the impact of climate change, and the last generation that can do something about it.
Almost a week into playing dress-up as an adult, I was feeling pretty good about myself. After all, I drove a total of ~21 hours by myself to a city for a start of a dream career; I found a larger-than-life 1 bed apartment (a whopping 850 square feet with a waterfront view, i.e. a waterway). But two nights ago, this palpable sense of accomplishment came to a screeching halt.
My TV had gotten stolen out of trunk at roughly 3:45 a.m., Thursday, September 18, 2014.
My car is okay. It did not get broken into,. I must have left the car unlocked. More than the stuff he took- I know it’s a he, but more on this later – I was more upset that someone had been in my car and touched my stuff. I felt vulnerable and frankly, creeped out as shit. Now, more than ever, I’m motivated to get a thorough carwash.
I grew scared as I processed what had happened. I thought someone must have targeted me specifically from the complex as I have been moving stuff from the parking lot to the third floor about 29 times a day. I called the cops. The officer thought the same.
He said probably nothing would come out of this as he couldn’t locate a single fingerprint. Officer M took more interest in where I had come from as it turned out he was thinking about moving to Austin. He is to retired in two years. Talking about Austin, despite the given situation, put me in a better mood as I listed all the perks that came with living in the city. That’s the power of home, I presume.
Few hours later, my landlord informed that the suspect was caught on the apartment’s security camera. I went to the office and watched few hours worth of footage. Luckily, he, a classic, hooded-figure, wasn’t out to get me. He checked every car parked in the apartment lot for about an hour. It was just his luck and mine that I had left the car unlocked.
I felt a bit better. I thought I had to fight my way out of the lease but both the officer and manager said break-in like this was a rare exception. Also, I was more at fault for not locking up.
(I do, however, refuse to take fault for the crime. It was my mistake for not taking the precaution but in no way, it justifies for a crime that took advantage of my mistake.)
Exhausted, physically and emotionally, I took a nap. I woke up and I thought I have to do something to put things into perspective.
So I cooked.
I cooked a sirloin stake with garlic, sweet potato hash with spicy hummus sauce and sweet brussels sprouts. I even had a glass of red wine and ate the fancy plate in my kitchen, standing up. I don’t have a dining table yet. It was one of the best meals I’ve made.
As I took a bit of the steak, crunchy and sweet brussel sprouts, I was reminded of the incredible opportunities and people who have led me to this point in my life, even if it meant having to come into terms with little bumps along the way. The secret, I suppose, is to not let these fog up my perspective on what matters.
What counts really is I have been beyond fortunate in my walks with the help of so many people. That I have a place and the luxury to cook up fancy food as a way to clear my head.
So cliche that it hurts to say but I’m grateful.
I know my actions need to reflect more just how self-aware I am about how unjustifiably lucky I am.
I pray that Jesus will show me more hands-on tips on this topic but also that my heart will be ready and humble to receive his words.