Why I love where I live.

Lying in bed, I hear bubbling sounds from the bathroom. Toilet is backing up. Plunge. It goes down a little. I hear voices in the hallway. Get dressed. Go out. Joyce, Doris, and Robeena are clustered in front of Joyce's door. That's everyone on this side of the hall. "Are you guys having water trouble?"  Everyone is. I am so relieved. I am not alone. We are all in this boat. And we are together. 

There is talk is of the last time this happened. 

Today, Doris' toilet has overflowed onto the floor. She has been mopping with paper towels.  Sewer line stopped up. Three floors. Audrey, upstairs, flushes, water backs up down here. Doris goes up to tell her not to flush anymore. LouAnn is notifying everyone upstairs not to flush.

Maintenance is working at the end of the hallway. Back door open. Cold air flows in. It is cold. They say Mike and Myrna have been heard from earlier. (Apartment on other side of hall.)  

Joyce is concerned that she can't take a shower and has an appointment for a bone density test. What if they think she is dirty. I sniff, tell her she is fine. She is reassured. Juanita has already left to spend the day with Sandy, her DIL.

So, that's everyone in our hall. All informed. All comforted. 

I feel like all is well with my world. It will be fixed. Alone in my apartment, I felt afraid. What if, what if, what if, and I am alone. But we are together. It will be okay. And even if not, we have each other to talk to.

Maintenance is on the job. They are people I know. They will fix it.

I go back into my apartment to work on my purple creation. But, first, this is my thanks to the universe for neighbors, friends, peers. Comfort.