For the past couple of days I have been slicing about my daughter’s move out of Boston. Yesterday my oldest daughter came home to finish some last things before she moves to New Hampshire. My husband and I along with my daughter went to visit my other daughter in New York. Next week is her birthday and we wanted to get a chance to celebrate her birthday. We were about 10 minutes away and my oldest daughter texted her to give her our estimated time of arrival. The response back from her was that she was outside on the street because there was smoke in her apartment and they were told to evacuate. She was actually laughing with her roommates about the aburdity of the situation. Her roommates had woken her up to tell her they smelled smoke and they should do something. Shortly, after that a fireman knocked on the door telling them to get out. My daughter grabbed her pocket book and her laptop and left the building.
We arrived and hung out watching, wondering what was going on. There were some people on the higher floors looking at us and taking pictures. Seemed a bit crazy. We did not see any flames. We hung out for a bit and then decided to go to brunch. The firemen were not letting anyone go in the building. We had a delicious brunch a couple of blocks away and then returned to the scene. Ash was all over the sidewalk, as we walked in the smell of smoke was very strong. It disapated as we walked up the 5 flights to her apartment. My husband opened the windows along the staircase. We found out that the stove had been left on in the restaurant on the ground floor of the apartment and it had caught on fire. Everything turned out okay for the tenants in the apartment. Emotions were a bit hyped since their apartments is just two blocks from the apartment house that had the gas explosion.
We had a wonderful time in New York and I am so grateful that things worked out okay. Feeling a bit exhausted both physically and emotionally.