As I finished my school day yesterday, I had one errand- to ask to move my apartment to get a better view. I currently face another building and get no sunlight in my room, making it rather dark and dreary. I just wanted the same apartment, but facing the other side where I could look out and see something besides concrete. Alas- I made it too late and had to head back to my cave and wait for another time. Sometime around 8:30 that evening, a rather loud CRASH was heard throughout our complex. It turns out, one of the courtyards collapsed into the underground parking garage- therefore sending out shreiking alarms to all of our apartments forcing all 300 of us to evacuate the buildings. I managed to persuade Security-rather STRONGLY- to allow me to go back in and get my two kittens that I had been fostering. Now, anyone that knows cats understands that LOUD sirens and frantic running around freaks them out a bit. Therefore I endured a few bloody claw marks before getting them both into a carrier and out of the building. I should also mention that I did not grab my purse which contained my cell phone, wallet and passport??? After, what seemed like, several hours of waiting outside watching and endless stream of police cars and fire engines, we were finally shuttled off to a hotel. Ok, when I say hotel, I mean a FREAKING AWESOME resort. Only problem was smuggling my kittens in. Animals really aren’t allowed in any resorts here in the Middle East. But what choice did I have? I managed to order a chicken sandwich from room service at 3am and promptly gave the chicken to the kitties then proceeded to make a litter box out of a ripped up magazine. (who said I wasn’t resourceful??) After a full hour of sleep, I slumbered over to the business office to BEG them to let me use a phone to get the kittens into another foster home. Made for a very sad me. I miss those furry faces already. We were then notified that we may be here a week or so while they figure out if we are safe to move back or settle in to new accommodations. We then had 20 minutes to grab a small bag of whatever we could from our apartments before heading back to the hotel. Which is where I now sit- after raiding the mini bar- sipping my wine- and writing to all of you.
Things I’m Sad About
I hated going back to my apartment today. It was eery walking back in and seeing everything exactly as it was when this all went down. I’m also sad that I had to let go of my little furballs so early. I new that I would be seeing them off to a new home eventually- just not in a panicky, shady kind of way.
Well, I did indeed get my view! And we are staying in a beautiful hotel with free meals. I also got the next 2 days off of work!
Also, nobody was hurt. That is the real blessing here.
I also did sign on for this adventure- warts and all.