Hidemi’s Rambling by Hidemi Woods

Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.

Despair and Hope hr631

on June 20, 2020

It happened a long time ago when I lived in Tokyo. My partner and I had dinner at a restaurant one night after we hung around the mall. We came back to our apartment that we had rented on the top floor of the building as our home and the office for our record label.
When I tried to turn my key on the front door, I noticed the door had remained unlocked. It was weird. I may have forgotten to lock the door when I left, which was highly unlikely since I was fussy about locking and couldn’t leave without making sure that the door wouldn’t open by trying the knob for a couple of times. I got in feeling dubious, but our apartment didn’t look unusual. Then my partner suddenly said, “Why is the cabinet open?” My heart began to beat fast with overwhelming uneasiness and I hurried into the bedroom that had a balcony. The tall window to the balcony had been smashed broken. It was a burglary.
I called the police right away while my partner was gingerly looking into the bathroom, the closet, and behind the drapes to see if the burglar wasn’t still hiding. Those minutes were the scariest as too many movie scenes flashed back to me. Thankfully, there was nobody. The police arrived quickly since the station was ironically only a block away from my apartment. Such a location apparently wasn’t safe enough to prevent burglary.
The policemen came in and looked around. As they saw the messy rooms, they showed sympathy saying, “It’s played havoc, huh?” It was funny because my apartment had been messy as it was long before burglary. But probably thanks to it, the burglar didn’t notice an envelope that held a few thousand dollars for the bills and was mingled with scraps of paper on the table. Instead of cash, a dozen of Disney wrist watches that was my collection, a cheap wrist watch that was my partner’s memento of his late mother, an Omega wrist watch that I received from my grandparents as a souvenir of their trip to Europe decades ago, and one game software were missing. Actually, those items had been the only valuables in my office apartment. Other than those and litter, my apartment had been quite empty. The reason was simple. I was near bankrupt at that time.

sofa chair beside window

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I had started up my music label with my partner and it had grown steadily as business. A person I had trusted offered substantial financial support and I took it. I rented this apartment and hired staff with that money. Then the financial supporter tried to take over my label and threatened to suspend further finance if I refused. Amid horrible disgusting negotiations, money stopped being wired into my account. The label came to a standstill for lack of funds. I laid off all staff and saw what took eight years for my partner and I to build from a scratch crumbling down. The blow was amplified by anger and self-loathing from the fact that I was deceived by a person I had trusted. Despair and emptiness led to apathy. I stopped doing or thinking anything and had played a game every day.
In hindsight, if there hadn’t been burglary, my partner and I would have kept paying the costly rent for the apartment and playing a game until we spent all the money that was left. But something clicked when I saw the very game software I had played every day picked among other many games to be stolen, and the glass window of my dream penthouse apartment smashed. It marked the point where I hit the bottom but also was a wake-up call. We moved out the luxurious apartment immediately and rented a cheap studio apartment in a small two-storied building.
That move left some money in my bank account. The deposit of the penthouse apartment was returned, too. Also, I received an unexpected insurance payout. The expensive rent of my former apartment included a damage insurance. The insurance company assessed the damage based on the report I submitted to the police. For some reason, they calculated the payout more than the total price of what were stolen. I discussed with my partner about what to do with the money. We decided to go to California. A new start from zero. And that was to be the beginning of all these, everything that I do at present. My works have been taken to the world by that decision, made by the burglary.


33 responses to “Despair and Hope hr631

  1. juliadeniro says:

    What a scary experience. I’m sorry you had to go through that.

  2. oh my gosh! that’s scary.. glad you and your partner were not hurt.. Thanks for following our blog as well. Cheers to your new adventure! 🙂

  3. myplace3187 says:

    That was one very scary experience for you and your partner. I am glad neither one of you were hurt. Glad to read about this now that you can write this out for us. God bless you both !

    • Hidemi Woods says:

      I appreciate you understand so well that it took me so long to be able to write it out. Thank you for your considerate comment. My partner is also grateful for your words. Thanks!

      • myplace3187 says:

        You are very welcome Hidemi and your partner. I am still thankful you finally wrote this out. Keep writing from your heart and soul to share these thoughts with us all.

  4. Wow – what a frightening experience. I’m glad neither of you were hurt.

  5. ohiocook says:

    Thank you for following my blog!

  6. Thank you for following my blog. I look forward to reading yours.

  7. Oh my gosh, that situation sounds like a suspense movie. I would’ve been freaked out knowing that someone, a stranger, maybe even a dangerous one, was lurking in my home. The worst is the feeling of violation that comes with having your personal items taken and feeling vulnerable. I’m sorry this happened to you, but thank goodness, no one was hurt and you got insurance reimbursement.
    Thank you for stopping by and following my blog. I am following yours too and am looking forward to reading more about your adventures!

    • Hidemi Woods says:

      I felt exactly what you wrote. I remember I washed all my underwear later with the fear that the burglar could have gone through my personal items. Thank you so much for your comment and kind words!

      • I would’ve done similar too. One time my purse was stolen right in front of my eyes at a cafe. They ran away, digged through my purse, and tossed it on the ground. It gave me a panic attack and it gave me lingering fears. It is a terrible experience to undergo. I’m glad you guys were safe.
        You’re welcome! I’m glad to stop by and to make new blogging friends.

  8. This reminds me of a burglary tha happened when I was way younger, the guy broke the wall to get into the house and I was so scared that I had to wait for my parents. Thankfully yhe thief wasn’t around if not, he could have caused some harm. I was only a kid.
    I’m happy for you and I glad things turned out well.

  9. genienakano says:

    Sometimes good comes out of the ashes.

  10. AnuRijo says:

    😳..terrifying..happy that you are safe..😊bdw, thank you for stopping by my blog and the follow 😊🙏👍🏻

  11. Thank you for bravely sharing your frightening experience. I think it is a wonderful, inspirational example of finding hope from a very difficult place. I am so pleased things turned round for you after that point. And thanks too for following my blog X

  12. I have reblogged your post as it illustrates what hope looks like X

  13. Dilip says:

    Wish you all the best in your future endeavours. Cheers and regards 🍀😊

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