I'm normally a big fan of a good thunderstorm....thunder, lightening, the smell of rain these things make me happy, until it starts raining outside and inside. It's even better when it rains inside on one of those days when you just want something to go right.
I came home from work expecting to pack and clean so I could go to ABQ the next day. When I got home my roommate's stuff was everywhere and I knew something was up. She informed me that there was water leaking into our apartment. Nice....I thought it would just be a little water, no big deal.....huh....yeah.....I was wrong. A steady stream of water had come through her ceiling for the two hour previous to my homecoming. Also the sliding glass door had water coming through it. It only got better from there. Eventually there were three leaks in River's room (yes, it's somewhat ironic that the biggest leak was in River's room) and the living room was like a water feature. All we could really do is sit and watch water fall from the ceiling. The onsite maintenance guy kept coming over and poking holes in our ceiling to keep the whole thing from collapsing....awesome. Eventually water worked it's way into the other two rooms in the apartment through the windows. Luckily that damage wasn't extensive....well the damage to my room wasn't bad....I'm not sure what happened in the other room other than a lot of things getting wet.
After a while I realized that I wasn't going to sleep in the apartment so I called my sister and thankfully she let me come stay at her house. I quickly packed a suitcase and got the heck outta dodge. So obviously I'm a person who likes to be in control of a situation. I like knowing where my stuff is and that it's in good condition. So me leaving all of my things while my ceiling is leaking is NOT something I would normally do, but there is always room for change. I left for home from my sister's house with no clue how things had ended up the night before. I told my roommate's fiance that if my stuff needed to be moved to move it....yeah I did that. It was one of those pray and have faith that everything works out for the best situations. Luckily it did...
I arrived back in Provo not knowing where I was going to sleep or if I was going to have to guy all new stuff or what the deal was. I walked in to a new ceiling and the assurance that the leakage was fixed. My other roommates moved out sometime after the flood happened. My stuff was all there and untouched....well except for the paint dust everywhere. Yeah...they apparently painted my ceiling without moving anything....whatever. My apartment was supposed to be painted over the break anyway so they are just starting a little early. It's sort of strange I'm just in my apartment and random people keep showing up.....but if I get a freshly painted apartment with new carpet pads and clean carpet I can live with that.
Throughout this whole process I have remained very calm and optimistic which is definitely a blessing. From the reactions of the people I've talked to it seems like I missed some drama with my former roommates threatening to sue and such. I'm glad I wasn't there. Hopefully this will all be over soon, until then I live among boxes, paint, tape, and furniture in random places......
