Our apartment building caught on fire Saturday morning. Liza and I woke up to the smell of smoke and the smoke detector going off in the distance. I thought maybe it was coming from across the street, even though I could hear the wood crackling.
Looked out the window and saw flames coming out of the hallway window where the fire escape is. Opened our front door and saw nothing but smoke. I didnt know if we were going to be okay or not... our apartment manager ran around knocking on all the doors telling us which way we could go to get out. Thank god. I was ready to jump out the window.
Our apartment isnt burned, but there is a lot of ash everywhere and it smells like smoke. We still havent been allowed back in to stay. We've been sleeping at Evelyns, but Im going crazy without my bed, my house... my plants...
I just want to go home.
Ive never experienced anything so traumatic in my life. Nightmares... luckily I havent had any panic attacks, which is a pleasant suprise.
Thank god we're okay. No one else in the building was hurt either.
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