For me it’s the sound of rain on a rooftop. First thing is internal panic as I wonder if all the buckets are in place, and dreading the prospect of discovering a new leak. Then wondering how long before the roof collapses. Worrying about how I could possibly cough up the money for a new roof, and worrying about being forced to suddenly move out into a bad situation… again.
Fyi, that’s not necessarily a money thing. I’ve liven in a relatively well off family, went to an apartment in the good/expensive neighbourhood of town. House was old tho, and we has to suffer through reparations. Issues with the reparations, resulting in repeated amount of leaks.
Now I live on the second floor of 4 and the sound of rain and drops of water on the handrail and window borders that are transmitted via walls when I’m on the bed make me go panic mode. I know I’m fine, I know that it’s outside, but fuck. I hate this.
For me it’s the sound of rain on a rooftop. First thing is internal panic as I wonder if all the buckets are in place, and dreading the prospect of discovering a new leak. Then wondering how long before the roof collapses. Worrying about how I could possibly cough up the money for a new roof, and worrying about being forced to suddenly move out into a bad situation… again.
Fyi, that’s not necessarily a money thing. I’ve liven in a relatively well off family, went to an apartment in the good/expensive neighbourhood of town. House was old tho, and we has to suffer through reparations. Issues with the reparations, resulting in repeated amount of leaks.
Now I live on the second floor of 4 and the sound of rain and drops of water on the handrail and window borders that are transmitted via walls when I’m on the bed make me go panic mode. I know I’m fine, I know that it’s outside, but fuck. I hate this.