Last winter, we drove up to New York to visit my grandparents for Christmas. The plan was to spend the holiday there, and take a train into New York City the next morning. My grandparents live in Syracuse, so it ended up being about a six hour train ride. When we arrived and stepped out onto the street from Penn Station, my jaw literally dropped. The city was amazing. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. It was late at night and the streets were as full as they would be during the day. We did a lot of sightseeing while we were there and I had a ton of fun. I can honestly say it was the best vacation I have ever taken. It was a very long drive back to Indiana, and we were so relieved once we finally pulled into our driveway. My family and I unloaded our bags and went inside. I was the first one inside and I noticed something out of the ordinary. There was a rushing sound coming from the basement that one wouldn't normally hear when walking into our house. I walked downstairs and my jaw dropped again, but this time for a different reason. There was almost a foot of standing water in our basement and the ceiling was destroyed. This rush of water actually originated from my parents bathroom and had gone through two levels of our house, all to settle at the lowest floor. A pipe burst under their bathtub and had let water run at the rate of about seven gallons a minute for two days. Needless to say, we were unable to live in our house with it being in this condition. We were relocated to an extended stay hotel nearby and ended up living there for almost four months. At first it was really cool to live in this new home, just like being on vacation when you are staying in a hotel room. After the initial honeymoon period was over , it got fairly bothersome. It proved to be a very humbling experience for me. My family and I were so used to living with all of the amenities that had become part of our life. In our temporary home, there was no wireless...
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