Living off the grid

Six days into living like a refugee and we still have no estimates as to when our power will return. On the one hand, I want to break down and cry. On the other hand, I've fallen into a sort of routine "living" at my friend E.'s and I don't feel a pressing need for power to return except that I miss spending time in the comfort of my apartment.

Tomorrow will be one full week since our power went out and still, my street looks like a war zone. About 1/2 mile away from my house, is a utility pole (with an attached streetlight) that is resting precariously on a chain link fence and power lines, and it's easy to see why I hold out absolutely zero hope that I'll be restored any time soon.

If there's a silver lining to this whole experience, it's that I'm learning who truly matters in my life and who doesn't. I have a few friends on whom I've been checking since this started and have had a few others who check in with me on a daily basis. Although I'm frustrated with this whole experience, I am truly thankful for the daily message from one friend in particular. It's nice to know that there's at least one person out there (who's not a relation) who legitimately cares about my well-being. It's the one thing that is keeping me from feeling truly miserable these days.