What have I learned over the past 5 days? I’m a lucky girl. My apartment lost power at 9pm Monday night and was just restored this morning, Saturday November 3rd.
Big f’n deal. I have my health. I have my apartment- its unscathed. My family sold their central NJ house & NJ beach house and moved to Delaware months ago; they are safe- unscathed. I can’t say the same for the rest of the tri-state area like Queens, Staten Island and my beloved New Jersey inclusive of towns I used to live in such as Hoboken and various beaches along the jersey shore. A lot has happened over the past 5 days and I feel like I’ve had it easy.
I saw an apartment building’s entire facade fall off right around the corner from me!
I have no idea how this guy knew to video tape this- but it’s crazy the collapse starts around the :40 mark.
Afterwards, I watched my landlord scream when he found out the apartment’s rubble fell on HIS car. I watched the NYPD try to keep calm in the face of chaos on the street as the biggest storm began to surge at 7:30pm.
Not once on Monday night did I turn the news on- I was glued to Facebook & Twitter real time updates from my friends. My friend Jason set up a public Facebook group called Post-Apocalyptic Hurricane Sandy Resource Center for all our friends to communicate through- (which reached a high of 502 ppl as of today) In fact, after I heard the building fall next to my apartment, within 3 seconds I saw a tweet from a girl in my neighborhood who confirmed the facade fell off a building. News doesn’t travel any faster than that.
I tried to keep up with Twitter’s hashtag #Sandy Twitter stream but it was making me dizzy– I had never seen such rapid activity like this on any social platform.
My apt in NYC lost power at 8:38pm on Monday night after an explosion at the Con Ed substation on east river rendered all of lower Manhattan DARK within seconds. After the blackout, that’s when people stopped communicating a lot, we were all trying to reserve power in our devices.
see the full video here: go to .22 for the explosion and notice how the left 1/2 of Manhattan goes dark, immediately.
Like the rest of lower Manhattan, I spent the past 5 days hopping from place to place, first staying with an uber generous friend Gemma with a device obsession and penache for PPT just like me (and a cute dog to boot!)
Checking in on other friends, trying to get work done/ trying to connect with co-workers during the entire ordeal was tough. The agency I work for had no power all week & no email for the first 2 days of the aftermath and less than 75% had cell service– but EVERYONE was on Facebook. So we created a private group for our agency called the HavasLifeNYC #Sandy Comm Center and soon enough connections were strong and communication was flowing. I personally felt better hearing from my most of my colleagues that they were ok.
Day 3/4: Getting back to normal. Kinda.
I went home mid-week to empty my freezer and fridge and my neighborhood was a ghost-town. Tumbleweeds were blowing up and down 14th street. The only signs of life I saw were small vendor tables selling flashlights and batteries.
I worked on a lot of PPT watched a lot of NY1 (best station/Sandy coverage ever) and followed Con Ed on Twitter incessantly waiting for updates on the power situation in the outer boroughs. It wasn’t until Wednesday that I really understood the magnitude of what had occurred in other places besides Manhattan. I started seeing posts my friend Joe had written from Hoboken and Normandy Beach on their Facebook Page, my beloved New Jersey (raised there & proud of it) near and dear to my heart. I saw the mass destruction at Breezy Point/Queens, The Rockaways and Staten Island and I. COULDN’T. STOP. WATCHING. I was so restless.