Phase Two

I lived through Hurricane Hugo. And now, the 1000 year flooding of 2015. I know this: there are three phases to disaster recovery.

Phase one is the pull-together phase. Immediately after, neighbors, friends, the nation pull together to help each other.

Phase two is the OMG, I’m so sick and tired of all this differentness and want life to return to normal.

Phase three is the return to new normal. New because nothing is every really the same.

I’m at phase two. I’m tired of dealing with insurance people. I’m grateful I have all the insurance I need to cover the damage done.


There’s always a ‘but’.  I have no AC and it’s the South and it’s still very warm. The humidity level is approximately 100% due to the flood water under my house. My car is dead.

My nice, neat, financially sound plans of two weeks ago are in shreds. Having a home on a tidal creek is no longer a bonus that will raise the value of my home, it’s a liability. Do I buy a new car and get into a payment or find a beater for what the insurance company gives me for my poor old Blue?

It will all work out in the end, but for now, I’m tired. I’m frustrated. I’m mourning the things lost. I’m beating myself up for mourning because others have lost more. I’m tired of being a grown up and having to talk to people. I’m an introvert. I want to crawl into my own brain and write. I don’t want to call people. I don’t want to smile and talk to insurance people.

I want my old life back.

But I know it’s gone and I have to adjust from here.

Annoying, but doable. I just have to keep moving forward.


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