The calm after the storm
It’s great to be home, to not be thinking of Ike, to be contemplating the weekend and a Turkish party at Swirl on Friday, a fun party at friend’s on Saturday, a long bike ride on the North Shore Sunday morning with the MS group I’m riding with in October. But there is this incredible weariness in my bones – just like a tired I can’t seem to shake and I think it’s post-storm calm.
Evacuating takes tremendous energy and will (and not everyone does it well, let me tell you) and being away from home with the stress of not knowing if it will be for months or days is an incredible stress load to bear.
Yes, it’s good to be home, and yes these evacuations and storms cause you to evaluate what is sacred to you – we only took our pets, nothing else material came with us, but all in all, I’m ready for routine, for centering myself, for being.