damn so a month and then some has past. where tha hell have i been? like wtf cav?
yea yea well lemme walk u down memory lane cav blog edition. first my brooklyn sanctum catches on fire. bye bye #3L. idk wat happened and no renters insurance. didnt even know such a thing existed..but would i have gotten it if i did? probably not so lets move on.
i wake up at 1 somethin in the am to tha smoke alarm and a room filled with smoke. i run to tha living room[ with my purse, geneva tha laptop and my stuffed from for sentimental reasons] and see my couch is on fire. wtf rite?? i run to get ma roomie who is sleepin thru tha whole ordeal. yea drunk sleep is powerful. we run out and she gets the neighbors on our floor and tha 1 above. i get the bottom 2 floors. idk who called the fire depo but they were there by the time we made it outside. 4 floors all outside jokin, chillin in the rain singin the roof is on fire. honestly we didnt think it was gonna be major. hour and a half later we're cleared to go back n.
tunnel vision to my floor. black walls and it stunk crazy. i look in our apartment and just broke down.. no kitchen sink, cabinets, couch, ANYTHiNG. tha only thing still standing was the stainless steel fridge. it was crazy yo and i couldnt stop the tears. i didnt even realize i was still crying but my wet face and bangiin ass headache confirmed.
i seriously ran thru ciggs like its nobodies business
im better now i have a real positive outlook cus it could have been worse. all of my neighbors took apart their smoke alarms so ours was tha last standing. if the fire started in any other apartment i woulda lost more then my clothes collection and ma babies[shoes] along with tha rest of my shit. no im not one of those near death lets live life like im now invincible types so im just chillin. i crashed with my neighbors on tha 1st floor for about 2 weeks before i decided it was time to tuck my tail and come back to sunny california.
i hate it and i miss NY more then i miss my first love. that means i loved NY wayy too much or i didnt love my first love at all. if that makes sense to anyone but me. i cryed quietly in tha car to tha airport and a little on the way thru the doors. a tear for all my big city memories, my new friends, and because i felt like i was givin up. im not a quiter but i was smoove outta options.
well now u kno y this is my first entry in ages but im ready to write again. i can talk about my [situation] without my stomach knottin up and ma eyes waterin again so i guess its time to move on. i will be back to ny. my work is not done yet
♥Cavi
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