Hurricane Michael got us. We were hit pretty hard. My wife and I evacuated a day before the storm with our truck and camping trailer, so we were safe.
While the photos show the effect of the hurricane on our home we are grateful that the damage wasn’t worse. We do indeed have tarps on the roof at the moment, just like most of our neighbors. Almost no one was spared damage in our little town on the Florida Panhandle.
The scene throughout the area is shocking. Hundreds of thousands of trees are broken, tilting over, uprooted, or just snapped in half. Trucks to haul away the debris, heavy equipment for loading, and the sounds of chainsaws, demolition crews, roofers, and sirens have filled the air here since October 10th when the hurricane came through. It’s much calmer now, but a lot remains to be done. Reconstruction is only beginning now. We ourselves hope to start soon at our place.
We think that we are doing fine, but it’s interesting how our minds and emotions work. There are up days mostly, but we both have emotional crashes, and then there are the days where the emotional exhaustion takes over and we have to veg for a day.
The positives are there. We’re insured. We didn’t get hurt. We still have a home and we can live in it. Uncertainty and a sensation of not being in control grip us though. It’s a new sensation. Also, what about next year?