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For the last three weeks or so I've been living in a hotel. At the beginning of the month my apartment building caught fire and my apartment became no longer livable. So I became "displaced." I thought of people that were in hurricane Katrina or huge earthquakes as being displaced but I never thought I'd be one of those people. The fire itself didn't destroy my apartment, in fact the fire department did a spectacular job putting the fire out and saving all of my and my roommate's stuff. But not everyone was so lucky, the guy that lived below me literally lost everything. I was really luck, especially since I had just got renter insurance two months before the fire. So insurance is paying to clean all my smoke damaged stuff and is putting me up in this hotel.
But even as lucky as I am, staying in this hotel is excruciating. There is no place more lonely or despising or disgusting as a hotel.
I am in need of some hard core cheering up or at least someone to go out and get a few drinks with.