We go through so many drills that when an alarm sounds it is almost like you are living out another drill. While it is always a good idea to be prepared, we seldom are ready for an actual disaster when it comes. You realize as the walls literally come crumbling down around you that your life is about to change in a big way and there is very little you can do about it.
I’ve been joking with people that everyone always asks for a fresh start, but in actuality it is a lot of work to start over. All of my things were washed away in a matter of moments. I surprisingly took this all really well. I realized that I am not my things and what matters to me most of all are the people I surround myself with, which unfortunately were mostly interacted with on a computer that was under water.
Being separated from them, missing out on our first Daddy D kill (inside joke), and not being able to interact with them like I once did was incredibly hard. I missed my friends. Luckily a few of them reached out to me via phone and caught me up on all the things I was missing out on. Regardless, this was definitely the hardest part of the experience.
Luckily I had renters insurance and have slowly been replacing my material goods. Sometimes realizing at the worst possible moments what is missing. Let’s just say it is really hard to boil already chopped up potatoes when you don’t have a pot to put them in >_<. You forget about all the little stuff. Hammers, pots, socks… but eventually it starts to come together and feel like home again.
Overall, I’m thankful for the experience. It woke me up. It was like hitting the reset button. The one I didn’t even realize I needed to hit until it was already smashed for me.
In close, I genuinely hope this doesn’t happen to you. It wasn’t fun. But in the same respect I encourage people to let go of their lives, what they think they know and try something new. We all adapt so amazingly well. You might surprise yourself. Don’t wait for a flood to wash it all away for you.
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