A Day With out Water

I received a letter yesterday evening after getting home from a very long day of school. It was from the administration of the apartment complex where I live. In it was a simple yet powerful message, “The Water will be turned off”. Apparently something was wrong with the plumbing and it needed to be repaired. So, from 9am this morning till 4pm this afternoon my entire building was without water.

It’s really weird to be without such a basic necessity. I even made the mistake of going to the bathroom, without thinking about how the fact that there was no water would affect the ability of the toilet to function properly. Thankfully I got one free flush. I did however store a gallon or so of fresh water in an old milk jug and a large cup in the bathroom so I could make coffee and brush my teeth.

It felt very odd to me that I was now forced to do with out a convenience that I had taken completely for granted for well over the two years I have lived here. And that it was only unavailable for a few hours over that span of time I was still very cross that I was forced to do without it. Then I began to think about why I was cross, and I realized that it was simply fear, the fear of being without water.