I’ve had a hard time these last few months sitting at the computer, being busy with real, day-to-day life. After our travels in Asia this summer, and then taking a long weekend with our kids to San Antonio before school started, I had every intention of jumping back into blogging.
Then Harvey hit our area. Our old house flooded. Our previous neighbors had to be rescued by boat. The house we almost bought here flooded. We were so lucky our house was spared.
I don’t know how to explain the complicated feelings I have had from the storm. We’ve spent so much time, money, and donations on helping our community, and southeast Texas.
Back when we lived in Virginia, hurricanes meant different things. Like, oh we had some wind damage, or someone’s house had trees knocked into it. There was even flooding, but it was in a very specific location in Richmond. I think I associate it most with losing power/electricity.
The widespread flooding here, and the incessant couple of days of rain really was scary. It rained briefly yesterday when I was driving over to my friend’s house and I cried from the sound of the rain hitting the windshield. The water here was scary.
My husband spent a lot of days helping a family get cleaned up. I made food and dropped them off into neighborhoods. A woman thanked me and cried. It’s surreal to drive into a neighborhood to see street after street of their belongings in the side of the road.
A lot of people have been impacted, and we’ve been doing our best to help as we are able. It’s been so cool to see how our community has come together to help and support those directly impacted.
My computer frizzed out the week before last, so I’m working on getting caught up on that as well.
If you want to help, I have encouraged my friends and family to look at support for Southeast Texas, like the Southeast Texas Food Bank. I feel like there are so many excellent resources in the Houston area, that I worry about the smaller towns getting the same amount of support.