My apartment burned down. I don't know if it was the lighting or the fact that a tree is now in my house but it burned. From what I hear it put up a good fight but in the end it burned. We drove past my apartment to check my mail and Beth noticed a sign on the side of the beautiful white house that said "you loot we shoot." She looked up and saw a tree on the side of what was once Travis' and Jaime's house then we noticed we could see the sky through the ceiling. It burned to nothing. A candy cop pulled up behind us. And I informed him that I lived there and just last week had moved the last of my things out. He told me they weren't sure exactly what happened be it the storm or be it the lightning but that flames had engulfed both upstairs apartments beyond repair.
I am heart broken ladies and gentlemen. My first place the "shit hole" I loved so dearly and fought for is nothing but outside walls. It's destroyed beyond repair and I am heart broken I can't express that enough. I loved that place more than many things and now it's nothing but a memory. Nothing but fond memories. I had some of the best times of my life in that place I called home. Never again will I climb out my bedroom window and sit on the balcony smoking watching cars drive past. Never again will I or anyone really dance around in my underwear with the music blaring. I know I've just moved in to a new house and I'm so thankful I did but I still can't help but cry that no new memories will be made in my home. It was beautiful so beautiful every time I walked through that door it was like going back to a simpler time. It was my sanctuary and now it's gone. I guess part of me was still holding on to it even now.
Everything happens for a reason and my lease wouldn't have been up until September but I moved out early and I pitched a fit about having to leave. Now I feel like a bitch for putting up such a fight for it. I'll admit it when I am wrong. I am wrong. I'm so glad I moved out when I did and to think I just turned in the keys last week and now it's keys to nothing. My heart aches for my home. I was sure she had several good years left and that someone else would move in and love her like I did. I will always remember my sanctuary and the first place that ever felt like home. I know I'm lucky to be alive right now but I still wouldn't have traded her for the world. She gave me my first taste of freedom and I will be eternally grateful until the day I die for those memories. I love you my home and my heart is still on that balcony. You were and will always be loved...xx... It's sad how much beauty and history can be lost in a matter of moments... years and years lost to flames...
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