That is the title of a song by Edison Glass. It's a song that has been playing in my head since Hurricane Sandy made it's way up the East Coast. It's a lot like a song from my favorite band PAX217 called Free to Be, which is about someone waking up to their house burning down. Unfortunately, some people did wake up to their house burning down as well as flooded. Here is a line from the song that many people are crying these days. "But what should I drink? What should I wear? What should I eat? Where should I sleep?"
Like many other people affected by Hurricane Sandy, I lost most of my worldly possessions. I was in an evacuation zone. All of my belongings were off the floor and anything of importance or value was at least three feet off the ground. Three feet is an approximation, I didn't take a tape measure and make sure that everything had a three foot elevation from the floor, but the truth is that it wouldn't have mattered.
My apartment, like many other homes in my area flooded. The water rose to four feet in some parts and to 5 feet in other parts. But I did not realize this on my first visit to my apartment after the storm. I went to my apartment on Tuesday in the afternoon after traversing Long Island, going from the North Shore down the to the South Shore, where my apartment was. Once arriving at Montauk Highway, I was greeted by a police officer who wanted to know what business I had making my way down the street. I told him that I lived down there and he let me pass. I made it to the end of my block and before I cold make a right turn, I could see it was heavily flooded in the streets. I strapped on my hiking boots and started walking down the street.
Once I made my way to my apartment, I could see my landlord was home and that his front door was open. We made our way to my apartment through his house and he showed me the damage. At this point, all I saw was a few inches of water on the floor. He told me that my fridge had been knocked over and I helped him stand it up straight.
I then made my way into the living area of my studio apartment. It was then that I saw my iMac sitting in water. I could not understand this. At this point, I didn't think it flooded that bad, but I assumed the little bit of water moved the desk and the computer did a belly flop off of the desk. I was shattered by seeing this and left my apartment, neglecting any other damage done.
I was busy at work all week and it kind of brought me solace since I didn't want to mentally deal with the flooded apartment and the loss of my computer. It wasn't until Saturday the third of November that I returned to my apartment and saw the rest of the damage.
There were water lines on my dresser and armoire. The clothes hanging in my armoire were wet up to a certain point. It was at this point that I realized the three feet or so that I had raised my belongings was not quite high enough. I didn't just lose my iMac. I lost both of my flat screens. I lost my PS3. I lost my Wii. I lost my Roku and Apple TV. Luckily, I brought my iPad with me incase we lost power at my girlfriend's, we could entertain ourselves with that(We watched Haywire which I had saved on the iPad.)
I also lost most of my clothes. That includes many pairs of jeans as well as all of my work clothes. I had a bag of laundry left in the trunk of my car that I was too lazy to bring inside the week before the storm. I'm glad I was lazy, or else those clothes would have been lost as well. Lost in the storm were almost all of my band t-shirts.
I love music, and I love going to see music live. Since I was 18, I've been going to concerts pretty frequently. Some years of my adult life I'd go to nearly ten shows a year. Recently, it's more like 4 or 5 shows a year. At these shows I usually support the bands by buying a t-shirt. I had to have over 100 different band t-shirts. I had dreamed of one day giving these shirts away to fans of these bands, or maybe selling them, and giving the money to charity. Who would have known that I'd be the charity.
"What do you give the man who has everything?" Ever hear that before? That was me. I wanted for nothing. If I desired something within reach, it was mine. If it was out of reach, it was a dream, and I was satisfied to do without. But now here is the other question, "What do you give the man who has nothing?" The truth is that I'm not that man. I have more than nothing. I still have my car. I still have some clothing left. I was able to pull many personal items from my apartment, conveniently stored above the water line.
My apartment is uninhabitable for the time being and it could not come at a better time. Well, that's not necessarily true. A week before the storm, I had told my landlord I was moving out. I had lived there for six years and I was moving in with my girlfriend into a new place for both of us(It's a 3rd story walk-up, so while there won't be flooding, we will be drenched in sweat.) We had discussed what we would be using from my apartment before the storm came. We would have been using my flat screen, it was about 5 inches larger than hers. We would have had my couch in the spare bedroom, it was a futon. I'd be able to keep my desk in the spare bedroom, a room we are calling the office. We were going to use my kitchen table. It's a table I've had for about half a year and eaten at it only a handful of times. Meanwhile, my girlfriend has not had a kitchen table at her last two apartments.
As we move into this new apartment, which is rather beautiful and a step in the right direction coming from either of our places, it will be filled with mostly her belongings. She has nice furniture so that's not really the issue. It's more of an issue that it won't have anything that makes it feel like my home too. Most of my belongings will stay at the bottom of my closet. I have an emotional attachment to most of them, but don't belong where any guest could see them. Why would anyone want to see a Krusty the Clown Jack-in-the-Box? Or a Simpsons Christmas Story Book. Or a Simpsons Chess Set. By the way, my girlfriend hates The Simpsons.
For me, life will go on. As I tweeted to Joe Kelly of Man of Action Studios, "What is lost can be replaced and anything lost that had sentimental value doesn't erase the memory." I still have my life and all of my loved ones, which is more than many can say.