Journal from a storm

It’s 8:59pm on Wednesday February 2, 2011. As I sit here on my couch in the dark I can hear gale force winds out my windows and surrounding our home. Our house is prepared, our canned food is ready, our water is bottled. We did our best to communicate with friends and family before we lost touch with the outside world. First, the internet went. Then, the power. At the moment we still have our phone service and running water.  I’ve got my computer screen dimmed way down low and I’m typing as fast as I can in order to use as little battery life as possible. It could be days before we have power again.

But this is a time that I want to record while it’s fresh, while I’m in it.

They say history is unfolding today…

Waiting for a storm like this to come is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I’m not scared. But I am alert. My senses are heightened. I’m aware of potential danger. I’m glad that my boys are both safely asleep in the other room where I will join them soon.

It was so strange to pack up our passports and important documents this morning while the sun was still shining and there was only a gentle summer breeze dancing through our hallways. I packed another bag with sentimental… click to continue

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