This past weekend a structure fire broke out in our apartment building, causing significant damage to all units. Brittany and I have both been traveling since February, and our subleasers, Ishi and Bridget, had been living in our unit since. They were both not home the night of the accident, but their belongings along with ours were. All of our neighbors, who I care about so, so deeply, were asleep in the building while the fire was spreading. No one is hurt and everyone is safe. I cannot emphasize enough how grateful I am to be typing that.
I am so heartbroken. Nothing feels right to say at this point. To know me is to know how much I love this apartment. This place has been my anchor. And not just the space, but the people. Our special, beloved four unit community and all of our loved ones we’ve hosted and welcomed in. I’m filled with gratitude one moment then can’t stop crying the next. It’s just been that back and forth. Commonwealth was special.
To be transparent I feel really lost on all of this. I’m trying to figure out how to get back to LA sooner, but Britt will need to stay in Korea until May. Not being physically there has made this all the more difficult to process and move forward. I don’t know what’s salvageable and what we’ll need to replace. I can’t even wrap my mind around what it’ll be like to finally see everything in person. Any and all support as we figure out and assess everything is appreciated beyond words. Not just for us, but for our neighbors & subleasers who were also directly affected and on the premises that night.
Thank you already to our friends and family who’ve checked in and have offered hands and support to help us out while we navigate this away from home.
