METAMORPHOSIS: Building the Dome of a Home
METAMORPHOSIS: Building the Dome of a Home
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10 TO HURRICANE HELL AND BACK<br />
THE ULTIMATE ROLLERCOASTER<br />
The emotional rollercoaster sits ready at <strong>the</strong> gate to once again raise us to new heights, only to<br />
plunge us to deeper depths. The familiar butterflies fluttering in my stomach signal <strong>the</strong><br />
anticipation <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> unknown. I do believe those butterflies have taken up permanent residence.<br />
At least <strong>the</strong>y have a permanent residence – unlike so many <strong>of</strong> my neighbors along <strong>the</strong> Gulf coast.<br />
The déjà vu is not a mystery, nor an unexplainable phenomenon. Twelve years ago, Mark and I<br />
moved to Pensacola Beach. Dreams <strong>of</strong> retiring on <strong>the</strong> beach and raising our children in its small<br />
community created <strong>the</strong> eager anticipation I felt <strong>the</strong>n. Nine storms later, <strong>the</strong> anticipation I feel is<br />
far from eager, it is<br />
dread. I am becoming<br />
familiar with <strong>the</strong><br />
emotional cycles <strong>of</strong><br />
being a repeat<br />
hurricane survivor.<br />
Too familiar. The<br />
stages for me go<br />
something like this:<br />
First stage: Storm<br />
season approaches<br />
and I hold my breath,<br />
praying that <strong>the</strong> storm<br />
god will exact his<br />
vengeance elsewhere. Or even better yet, that he has no vengeance in him this summer. As<br />
hurricane season approached last month, I could feel <strong>the</strong> anxiety level rising within myself. I think<br />
all <strong>of</strong> us who have wea<strong>the</strong>red <strong>the</strong> storm, so to speak, feel <strong>the</strong> stress as forecasters predict a<br />
powerful, devastating storm season. And <strong>the</strong> waiting…. Even when <strong>the</strong>re is no storm, I wait. I<br />
worry while I wait to have something to worry about. Neurotic? Yes, but it seems to be a<br />
common occurrence among my coastal neighbors. Even if <strong>the</strong> storm doesn't make a direct hit on<br />
our homes, our bodies are pumped full <strong>of</strong> adrenaline each and every time a named storm is in <strong>the</strong><br />
Gulf <strong>of</strong> Mexico.<br />
Sometimes I want to succumb to <strong>the</strong> depression I feel when I realize how intensely our lives have<br />
been affected by hurricanes. Nine storms in twelve years, I think - some years <strong>the</strong>y all seem to<br />
run toge<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
Second stage: A storm is in <strong>the</strong> Gulf and its path is unknown. My quick glances at <strong>the</strong><br />
perpetually playing Wea<strong>the</strong>r Channel silently beg for a prediction cone that completely ignores<br />
<strong>the</strong> Alabama/Florida coastline. The insensitive prediction cone ignores my pleading and includes<br />
Pensacola Beach. The strength expected upon landfall is unknown, so we prepare for <strong>the</strong> worst.<br />
Actually, we (coastline residents) always have to prepare for <strong>the</strong> worst. There are so many<br />
unknowns; being prepared is not only for <strong>the</strong> Boy Scouts. If we prepared for a minimal storm and<br />
it gained in strength and speed, <strong>the</strong> meager preparations would be pointless. If we prepare for an<br />
intense storm and it exhausts itself before landfall, we gratefully count our blessings as we<br />
remove our shutters and take <strong>the</strong> generators back to storage.<br />
Third stage: With <strong>the</strong> intensity <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> last two years' storms, a community panic sets in, creating<br />
<strong>the</strong> need to prepare for <strong>the</strong> preparations. Ten years ago, I did not need to buy barrels and barrels<br />
<strong>of</strong> gasoline or gallons and gallons <strong>of</strong> water as soon as a tropical depression was detected in <strong>the</strong><br />
Gulf. Now, food, water, and gasoline literally disappear before my eyes. Who knew David<br />
Copperfield, master magician, was performing at <strong>the</strong> local Wal-Mart?<br />
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