METAMORPHOSIS: Building the Dome of a Home
METAMORPHOSIS: Building the Dome of a Home
METAMORPHOSIS: Building the Dome of a Home
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arrange for transportation to <strong>the</strong> neighborhoods. Frustration is inevitable, but ra<strong>the</strong>r than<br />
frantically pace in a hot, humid self-imposed prison, I choose to enhance my emotional well-being<br />
by resting in an air-conditioned place complete with amenities. Instead <strong>of</strong> aimlessly pacing, I surf<br />
<strong>the</strong> internet eager for <strong>the</strong> first trickling <strong>of</strong> pictures and reports. The Pensacola News Journal does<br />
<strong>the</strong> community a wonderful service by allowing anyone to post digital pictures <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> area on its<br />
web site. I also have angels on line who converse with me on our web site's forum.<br />
www.dome<strong>of</strong>ahome.com I cannot express how much <strong>the</strong>ir supportive comments boost my<br />
morale.<br />
Seventh stage: The storm has dissipated and now we assess <strong>the</strong> damage. In horror, we try to<br />
absorb <strong>the</strong> mangled messes we see. We need to report back to our friends about <strong>the</strong> status <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>ir homes. After an interminable excursion <strong>of</strong> two miles to our home, we give our home a<br />
cursory once over from outside. Doors, windows, any breaches in <strong>the</strong> structure? Landscaping<br />
and <strong>the</strong> pool are expected casualties once again. No surprises <strong>the</strong>re. It's time to find a way into<br />
<strong>the</strong> home. Did <strong>the</strong> ladder we left for re-entry get swept away? That's a yes. Okay, let's find an<br />
orphaned ladder somewhere in this debris and get into <strong>the</strong> house. The humid heat is sweltering,<br />
and <strong>the</strong> sun's intense light focuses onto our unwelcoming backs. Let's get into <strong>the</strong> house and<br />
drink some <strong>of</strong> that water I collected during <strong>the</strong> preparation stage. We manage to get into <strong>the</strong><br />
house, turn up our noses at <strong>the</strong> distinct smell <strong>of</strong> an abandoned beach house, and douse<br />
ourselves inside and out with water. We look around, make a general list <strong>of</strong> immediate concerns,<br />
and tell ourselves it could be much worse. It is definitely lemonade time. We count our blessings<br />
and fret over how much worse it could have been. We have to take <strong>the</strong> lemons and make<br />
lemonade. We have to – it is vital for our emotional survival. Somehow <strong>the</strong> situation seems less<br />
daunting when we compare it to what could've been.<br />
After resting a bit at <strong>the</strong> house, we walk <strong>the</strong> neighborhoods with pen in hand. Some neighbors<br />
have traveled hundreds <strong>of</strong> miles and won't be back for a while. We need to report to <strong>the</strong>m; <strong>the</strong><br />
unknown is <strong>the</strong> worst. You can't make a game plan until you know what needs to be done. And<br />
having a game plan is also an essential element <strong>of</strong> emotional survival. What I find interesting and<br />
disturbing is that I can pass by a damaged home for months and not really see it. Then, one day,<br />
I am walking by and I actually see <strong>the</strong> ruined building. I am shocked that I hadn't noticed before.<br />
My <strong>the</strong>ory is that I can only absorb so much devastation at one time. As I digest my first helping,<br />
more information can be assimilated.<br />
Eighth stage: Weeks later,<br />
<strong>the</strong> power is on and repairs<br />
can begin in earnest. Well,<br />
if we had our insurance<br />
claim payment and could<br />
find laborers, we could<br />
begin. Frustration<br />
overwhelms us as we want-<br />
no need - to start <strong>the</strong> repair<br />
process, yet cannot. At this<br />
point, I am usually ready to<br />
bail out. I have had enough,<br />
I am ready to sell and could<br />
care less if I never see a<br />
beach again in my life. I am<br />
in <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> a nervous<br />
breakdown and am ready to<br />
hide from it all. I want to run<br />
away and never return. I<br />
want it to be a chapter in a<br />
book that I incinerate. I cannot keep doing this, it is absolutely insane. What <strong>the</strong> bleep do we<br />
think we are doing? I am so traumatized that I am numb….almost. Not quite detached enough to<br />
be obliviously unaware <strong>of</strong> my fragile state <strong>of</strong> mind.<br />
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