I am so exhausted from a ten day trip to New York–which I love but god I have to get to Europe 🙂 It’s a bit tiring. This always going to NY thing. It really is rinse, spit, repeat–even if you love that it gets tiring. Especially when the beginning of the trip is waiting for the hurricane that never happened and the ending, well, the ending was in a class by itself.
First, I’m obsessive and have a tendency to imagine the worst but thought that was in the past; that I worked through the reasons I did that. I wasn’t crazed about my house on this trip but did call Eldon twice. As always he was watching the house. I’ve never called him before from a trip. I called three times including once from the airport on the way home because I just had a feeling….
When I came home we were driving down my street. I saw a few blocks blocked off with fire trucks and police cars. It looked like the house on fire was in my court. I managed to get to a close street that was blocked off, and a safety agent was directing traffic away to Main Street.
I gave her my address and asked if it were my house. She said: “I don’t know. it might be.”
Frigging bitch. I freaked as we drove down Main Street. I finally was able to get out and walk to my court–thank god for suitcases with wheels.
The fire was in the court just above mine. A very nice elderly couple was coming home from the beach to find out that their house was “gone” in the interior.
I’m exhausted, beyond happy that it wasn’t my house, guilty that I feel that way, and a little angry that the safety officer didn’t call on her cell to find out what house it was. I spoke to the fire and police in charge and they defended her saying that she had just been called in. But isn’t it their responsibility to make sure that people coming home know if it’s their home that’s been lost to fire or not?
I found out why I love Facebook. I wasn’t up to communicating directly with people. Facebook gave me a place to vent, to be comforted, to explain why I wasn’t contacting some people directly though I had promised to call when I arrived home.
This was my worst nightmare–coming home from vacation to a burnt house. Fortunately it was somebody else’s home, unfortunately for them. And I will bring this up to city officials. Damn, just saw the Mayor’s husband and didn’t even think…..