Firstly, I want to take a moment to address 9/11 and the devastation that reaped ten years ago. It seems like just yesterday that I was asking my teacher why everyone was being pulled out of school, and I clearly remember the expression she gave me, somewhere between sadness and frustration at not being able to tell us what was going on. To all the families who lost loved ones, I hope they know that our loved ones are always there by our side, lurking and watching over us. And to the heroes who tried to save others and those who gave their lives to save others, I hope they know that they have many people's eternal thanks, wherever they may be.
As for my own devastation, well, I was finally able to get back to my apartment building. The roads reopened now that the river has receded. Unfortunately, going back and hearing the awful news that I won't be able to get back in for, at minimum, a week was perhaps even more devastating than seeing the flood at work.
We have a gas leakage in the basement. The elevators are flooded and so they don't work, which is essential since I live on the 12th floor and almost had a heart attack getting up there to get some of my things today. There's no hot water since the boiler room was submerged. There's dirt and mud everywhere and water seeped into the building through floor tiles and stairways so there's some structure damage too. There's mud everywhere. It's just a mess. I managed to get some pictures from the building manager. These were taken before they had to leave because the flooding got too extensive. I still can't believe how bad it was.
Floating washing machines.
The walking path, which pretty much became an extension of the river.
A Collection of Memories and Thoughts
- Somewhere between Manic Depression and Laughter