I came home to a hole in the ceiling

Bay State brownstones are warm, welcoming and like a second home.

There’s nothing quite like walking into the quaint lobby after a long day of classes, climbing up the stairs and being greeted with a gaping hole in the ceiling of the second floor.

Think of it as a skylight with warm rays of lamp light streaming in from whatever poor fellow lives on the second floor.

There was even a therapeutic waterfall effect.

But fear not, our knights in shining armor came soon enough to put an end to the newest addition in our building.

Thank you BU maintenance.

THIS IS NOT A GARDEN HOSE

The swanky water-suctioning-brownstone-saving device

But wait, it gets better. What cryptic secrets are held behind that white tarp? Is the door to Narnia up there? Have we found a portal to Asgard?

Well, not quite.

It seems to be a lot of wood and pipes.

Considering there are five floors in this building, hopefully this gets fixed soon. Seriously. It’s not great being reminded that your room is only a few floors above questionable looking wood and an enormous hole. As for the doorway to Narnia? A girl can only keep dreaming.