Lately I’ve been missing the rain. There just hasn’t been much since we moved to South Carolina three months ago, not as much as I’m used to anyway.
When the downpour started last Thursday night, I lay in bed soaking in the sound. The next morning, I sipped my coffee and watched the drops fall in soothing rhythm. It was beautiful…and I tweeted…
A few minutes later, I walked into our bedroom to open the blinds. My feet were surprised by the sensation of damp carpet. No, wet carpet. My first thought was that perhaps the window was not shut properly. I checked it. It was locked tight. A quick inspection told me that the water could only have come from one place, under the wall. Not good.
I placed a quick call to the apartment manager, and within minutes maintenance had arrived with a shop vac. This was just step one, we were told, to get as much water up as possible while we waited for the carpet guy to come.
The carpet guy arrived and removed more water. A visit by the main maintenance man followed a bit later. The carpet was still pretty wet, and he was concerned. When he pulled back the carpet to look underneath, we discovered the mildew. YUCK!
They called in the carpet experts. Those guys were amazing. They came as soon as they were called, at 6:00 p.m. on the Friday before Memorial Day. It was obvious we were in good hands, but it also became apparent that things were worse than they had seemed. Before we knew it, we were moving every bit of furniture out of our bedroom. Stuff was everywhere.
In the midst of it all, I was also giving the kids a bath and cooking eggplant parmesan. But that’s another story. Did you know that a desk stashed in the kitchen can also double as an island? It’s true!
The water damage had mildewed the carpet pad over almost the entire bedroom. Then it got worse. They realized the sheet rock was soft. Not. Good.
We moved our bed into Phil’s office, closed off the bedroom, and enjoyed the weekend. The contractor was scheduled to come Tuesday to assess the situation.
Tuesday morning, they told us the news. Because of the mildew and the potential health issues (and also because of our allergies), the apartment manager wanted us to move to another apartment.
I almost cried. We were just barely unpacked. Okay, not completely unpacked…
So we are moving. Again. On Saturday. Or maybe even Friday.
We’re packing like crazy. This whole thing is crazy.
But you know what? It’s not a surprise to God. He saw the whole thing coming, and He has promised that all things work together for our good. So here we go again!