Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Dragging

We're really dragging our feet coming home. I have no desire to get back, actually.
I know that we have power. Our neighbor called to say that he picked up a couple of branches in our yard, and they have already been picked up. But the thought of having a shell of the city slightly operational, the trek in that I am perceiving to be a nightmare, impending baby and these other two storms swirling around the atlantic just make me sick.

I don't really know how this experience will affect our family. The anxiety of losing it all is not something I want to experience seasonally. Even every three years.

I'm curious- have others out there reignited their discussions about leaving?

We'll be home by tomorrow evening, I'm imagining. We'll be there for a while. But I'm wondering if I'll be able to shake my doubts this time around.

3 comments:

chrissie said...

Hey Emmy--I hear you. It's a tough reality to live with: the perpetual threat of catastrophe. The thing is, everyone lives with it, wherever they live, whether they realize it or not. There are hurricanes and tornadoes and earthquakes and whatnot. The major difference between "us" and "them" is that we have warning--and that means we have to take action and get out of the way of danger, which is terribly stressful.

We had The Conversation on Sunday morning, but of us nearly paralyzed with fear and anxiety. If we're going to stay we have to learn to live with the risk. Right now I feel like it's worth it, but its a constant dialogue. Just know that whatever decision you eventually make will be the right one for YOU.

Cold Spaghetti said...

We have The Talk regularly, especially after the time at the beach. One could say that the grass is always greener, but it's hard not to think that things would, actually truly be easier somewhere else. Combined with our horrible terrible no-good miserable living situation... ahem... we're just ready to jump ship more than we've ever been.

At the same time, we feel like there are more reasons than ever to stay. So go figure.

Erin said...

We're home, bellies full, from Laurel Street Bakery, and thankful to be here, and just had the conversation about being heartbroken to leave within the next year or so.

We love you, and hope to see you all soon.