This is big...as we all know.
I have been sick thinking about for days.
We are out of Florida but our home is waiting. We were there when we were married and had our first two children, and even after a new career have kept our home with all the nostalgia in it. It has been one of our best friend.
I am guessing many can echo this sentiment.
When we go down after this storm, I am petrified. We will already know if we are out of power or our our memories as some of our neighbors will be there and will see. We will all be physically safe, which we all know is most important, but the fears of our most prized possession and all the symbolically important possessions within, which have always been there for us, being ruined or pummeled by a roof collapse or our oak tree becoming an instrument of torture just has me beside myself.
I am enough of a pussy to admit I have been crying over this.
And enough of a realist to know we needed to get out, be safe, and hope for the best. We have been through many hurricanes in Tampa, including the several in 2004, some of which had us nervous. But a I do not ever remember the idea of 125 mile winds possibly smashing my house and windows and trees before.
Sorry. Simply scared.