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To say that this story happened in my neighborhood would be a pretty massive understatement. In fact, I can practically see the building from my living room window.

And of course, it had to happen during the only two weeks in which I’ve lived in this city as a single person. 

It pretty much shatters all illusions of safety that I had.   All those things I’ve told myself when I hear a noise somewhere in the condo?  Lies.  Apparently it doesn’t matter if you live in one of the more expensive “safe” neighborhoods in the city or that you have neighbors practically on every side of you or that there are hundreds of tourists walking about, literally right past the front door.   And no, apparently it doesn’t help that you live in a secured building.

The scariest thing is that I wonder, without this story as a horrifying and tragic cautionary tale, what would I have done??  It happened just a few blocks away, this guy could have just as easily been knocking on my front door.   And I probably would have let him in too.   Can you see why this is tripping me out?

Thank goodness Paul will be home in less than forty-eight hours so I can quit jumping out of my skin every five minutes.   Although I think the advice of calling the company if someone you don’t have an appointment with comes knocking is good advice for anyone, including men.  You just never know what kind of whackjob might wind up on your doorstep.  I’m also starting to really see the safety benefit of having a big dog and am glad my sister and parents have one now.