I always liked my apartment. It was humble, simple – but it was just enough for me. A nice bachelor pad.
I’d lived in a lot of places since I joined the rent paying world when I was 19, ten years ago. But this Watchung Avenue apartment was perhaps my favorite, and having lived there for almost three years, it was the longest I’d stayed in any one place. Nowhere was more comfortable and I vowed that I wouldn’t leave until, perhaps, I was ready to buy a home of my own.
Today (11/5), while I was at work I got a call – around 4:30pm. My landlord told me that my apartment was on fire. I left immediately on my most anxious train ride ever. This is what I found.
While firefighters gave me insight into the county investigators’ findings, I won’t speak on the cause of the fire as the official report has not been released. I will say that I feel so fortunate to not have been home when the fire started in my living room, and that no other tenants were injured in the blaze.
Having to find a new place to live within a certain jurisdiction is new to me, now being an elected official. I’ll figure things out.