Last Thursday night I came home from the Los Lobos concert at USCB to find that while away, the pipe on the toilet had just exploded from being old and for over an hour water had been filling my apartment. My bathroom was two-inches deep, the bedroom was soaked, and water was seeping through the floorboards down into the living room below.
I thought I was going to become homeless! But in the end I was very, very lucky. Only a few thrift store records got damaged (and of course the one CD that got destroyed was a public library CD). But for just under a week I’ve been living without carpet, and with industrial fans going 24/7 along with a dehumidifier to get rid of the water.
I did well, as I’m not that messy and not much was on the floor to get wet. And all my computer/writing/business/film/art stuff was in another (dry) corner of the place.
Yesterday, they installed new carpet and today all my stuff got moved back in from temp storage. Phew.
It was traumatic, still, I have to tell you.