In the last six days, I haven’t gone a single minute without thinking about the disaster that happened here. Even though I’ve had to start taking care of other parts of my life, for instance-the laundry I’ve got in the dryer at the mat right now, the weight of Sandy is always with me. The images are there in my mind, my thoughts are constantly with the victims in the city and outside of the city that were so badly effected.
We have all been effected here even if it wasn’t catastrophic for everyone. I still have my apartment and my car, I even still have my power, but I don’t have my transportation and I don’t have work. My salon has been closed for a week because of the power loss. For several days I wasn’t able to see Piperjane, because the bridge to get to her was closed. Thankfully, she was safe and happy. The only apparent change in her facility was that the phones weren’t taking incoming calls properly. I don’t take for granted how lucky I am to live in such a safe part of the city. I’m on a hill, which had me never really worrying about flooding. I was moreso worried about falling trees and breaking windows, which was the worst it got around here. When I look at the homes that burned down or flooded to the point of ruins, specifically in Rockaway and the Jersey Shore, I feel guilty for my unbelievably good fortune. I love my city so much. It’s my home. I came here as an adventurous 20 year old hoping to chase my dreams. This city has given me so many gifts. I feel like it’s a real person sometimes…a family member or something. It’s made me smart and scrappy and strong. It’s provided me with tools for a future that would have never been possible otherwise.
The marathon needed to be canceled from the start. Staten Island is without water and power and that being where the race starts, it felt horribly wrong to have a pre-race party when a few blocks away people are sorting through the rubble of what was their home. I hoped and hoped they’d cancel the race, but when they did I cried. The marathon is one of this city’s main events. Canceling the marathon for the first time in it’s 43 year history was more proof of how bad things really are here.
Again, I’m grateful. Everyone I love is safe. Even if they’ve been effected badly, they’re all safe. And I’m grateful for the wonderful company I had all week while cooped inside. There were times that were even pretty fun, which feels a little wrong to say. My friends and I all work so much and have such busy schedules, I feel a new and special bond after spending so much time together throughout this.
Pre-storm on the Hudson River (New Jersey behind me)
Fort building during the lockdown.
Baking like crazy because I had the time.
A very special reunion with this girl who lost her first tooth the day of the storm! My little gapped-tooth cutie!
Thank you so much for sending me the very sweet emails and comments. I’m sorry for my delay in posting. I hope you are all safe and happy and well. We’re in this together.