For a little over a week now, Ashley and I have had the privilege of hanging out with our good friends, Bethany and Bethany, in a much more close-up and intimate way. In fact, we have been staying there every night. Their other roommate, Bethany, is out of town for the summer, so they have a spare room, which Bethany sleeps in while we use her bigger bed so Ashley and I can sleep next to each other. It is great to have some extra roommates for a while, people we can hang out with during the day and stay up late getting to know better. We genuinely love these girls. Still, we would like to go home. We started renting a small place behind a house about a month and a half ago. On the Fourth of July, a firework sparked a bush and the whole front of the house burned. Utilities were shut off to fight the blaze, and so far have not been turned back on. Our place is unharmed, but basically untenable without the gas and electricity. We can't see to move around when it is dark out, and I can't set an alarm to wake up at 3 A.M. every morning. We can shower, but the water is freezing.
I feel bad complaining at all, having seen the destruction to personal property of our former neighbors, and knowing that one dog had to be put down because of smoke inhalation. None of the things I feared losing after being called and told my house was on fire were lost. Basically, in the event of a tragedy, Ashley and I have gotten off being only inconvenienced. I don't want to downplay our own issues here, but I don't feel right not keeping them in perspective.
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