Thursday, July 3, 2008
About a year ago we were in the midst of our first few chaotic weeks in Australia.
My mom and Miss Kim (our preschool teacher from Florida, also known as "MK") had come to Australia with us to help me get settled.
One afternoon when I was out of the house at the Chemist (that's Australian for drugstore) MK called my mobile in a panic. Some whacko had rung the doorbell and through the intercom said he "left something in the house and needed to come in". Of course, she didn't let him in, duh.
The guy then must have jumped over the big wall around our townhouses and showed up at the kitchen window. He tried to lift it up and get in! MK ran to the back door, which was wide open and scrambled to lock it. Not exactly an easy task considering in Australia you turn the key the opposite direction you would in U.S.-- very confusing, especially in an emergency.
Did I mention that my kids (2 & 3 years old at the time) were upstairs napping during this entire attempted home invasion?
Come to find out, the guy who tried to get in the house was Jeremy-- yes, the police were on a first name basis with him. He is the former owner of the house's son. Apparently, Jeremy was/is addicted to heroin (or something similar) and when his rich daddy was sent to "the home", and all of his assets were taken over by the "Australian Protective Commission", Jeremy rented out the other bedrooms to his not-so-delightful friends. Personally, I think they may have had a meth lab in the kitchen-- not sure.
And then the neighbors decide to tell us how they thought he may come back and try to get in the house again. Great, thanks for telling me NOW jackasses. Whatever, they probably thought it would be funny for the stupid Americans to have a little scare.
For the next week we lived in fear. MK had been completely traumatized, and we ordered a new alarm system.
I'm practically sweating from the stress of reliving this story-- or maybe it's the jalapenos on the Mexican pizza? Or possibly it's the all-you-can-eat-pharmaceutical-buffet I've been hitting all day today to tame my cold.
I think I'll leave you now with a Melrose Place moment which conveys the feelings of angst and drama I experienced that first month here. Actually this clip is completely inappropriate and has nothing to do with anything, but I'm just feelin' it. Anyone remember this?
Well my story can't really compete with that stuff, but then again-- what can?