Though being back is nice, and we haven’t been able to fully enjoy it. We’ve run quite a few errands today, administrative things for the van and also grocery shopping for us.

And every time we’ve pulled the curtains so that no one can see into the van and get tempted of breaking in. And each time I try the doors after they are locked, that they really are locked.

When we came back from the shopping center, we as usual prepared for departure. I fixed the curtain for the sliding door, then I went to the back.

My heart stopped and skipped a few beats. The backdoor lock was unlocked. The curtain looked in place, I open up, check that our backpacks are still in place. They are.

I start opening cupboards to see what’s missing. I also tell Petri that it was open. I check everything, but nothing seems missing.

I’m shocked. I get into the front seat. Then it hits me. Petri pressed the unlock button for me to get into the van to do the curtains. So naturally the backdoor unlocked at the same time as the sliding door.

It was such a relief to realize we weren’t broken into again, that there was a natural explanation to it. And it gave a good laugh.

However, it also shows that it has scarred me more than I first thought. The constant worry, basically paranoia, is always within me. I wonder if this could even classify as a mild form of post traumatic stress?

Either way, I believe it will do my mind very well to finally get this van sold.