TWO days before we were suppose to get into our new house we were at the new house working on some things, and I went back to the apartment to get some things. When I pulled up all the neighbors were on the grass, and I heard beeping. I remember thinking "oh man, that sucks for someone, their fire alarm is going off." As I got out of the car on of the neighbors came up to me and said, "Is that your place?" AHHHHHHHHH! YES. I ran and unlocked the door and all I could see was SMOKE. A very thick cloud of smoke. I ran to the stove and got the pot off it, ran outside and put it in the dirt, ran back in and got the dogs. Luckily the were in a room with the door closed so they were ok. A few neighbors had called 911 so the firefighters came. They checked to make sure it was ok and suggested we not stay there. The smell was unreal. I called Sam and he came and got the kids. Mark and I tried to clean up. Fortunately there was no physical damage, but the smoke damage was pretty intense. We got some stuff out of the apartment, and spent the night in a hotel. I wont lie, I was pretty upset. My dad happened to call while mark and I were trying to get somethings. I told him what had happened, and he said he would be there in the morning. (yeah, that is how great my parents are- still rescuing me:))
After 6 hours at the laundry mat, we came to the conclusion we were in over our heads. We filed an insurance claim. They came and got all our clothes, furniture, food, everything. So when we moved, all we had was what was in storage. Slowly we got all of our things de-stunked. When we couldn't find things Jens would say, "Did that get smoked out?"
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