So, need to vent and try to journal this weekend a little because I'm gonna forget about it otherwise out of sheer brain fog.
Beginning of this week, my boyfriend and I moved into the apartment we bought a couple of months ago.
Friday this week the building burned down.
We'd lived there a total of three and a half days. Half of our stuff was still in boxes. Our names weren't even on the door yet.
Friday afternoon my boyfriend went to go pick up his bike while I worked from home. Minutes after he's gone I get a call, it's him telling me that the roof is on fire and that I need to get out. I grab my phone, credit cards and a jacket and leave. The firemen, police and press show up within seconds. We naively discuss whether it's a big deal as the fireproofing and firemen should be able to deal with it before it reaches the apartment.
Turns out there's no actual fireproofing in the building. Or not enough, anyhow.
Within minutes, the fire spreads. We're ushered down the road to escape from the smoke. After sitting around for a bit up the road we tentatively return to see that the roof of the building is just gone. Our apartment was on the top floor.
A lady out for a walk with her baby sees us sitting in the road looking disheveled and offers to shelter us for a little while in her apartment up the road. She gets us water, a phone charger and room to breathe. Afterwards we meet up with my boyfriend's mom who's in town for a meeting and head to the temporary crisis center setup in a nearby school. There's police, community and insurance people there and lots of other disheveled residents. Our info is registered and we leave to go stay with my inlaws.
It's Sunday now and they've just finished putting out the fire, according to the news. No one was hurt, thankfully. Damage assessment is next but the conclusion so far is that it's not salvageable at all. It'll have to be demolished and possibly rebuilt. Biggest housing fire in the last three decades, apparently. The fire brigade chief straight up called what happened "unforgivable".
So, while we've managed temporary housing for a little while and we're working out lists of inventory for our insurance, the future still feels uncertain and all of our belongings got destroyed in the fire. If our insurance pays out we can buy back most of the stuff but there was a ton of heirlooms and memories that we're never getting back. So while I'm extremely thankful that both of us are alive and can lean on family and friends for support, this blows a lot. We were inches from getting our lives together and settle down and now we're having to start over all of a sudden.