Stranded On Long Island, Branded A Fool… #OhSandy

Last week I winged it to New York for my beloved Lindsey’s wedding. It was insanely beautiful. (Seriously, you should watch their vows. Insane.)

But then this trip took something of an unexpected turn.
My flight home was cancelled in anticipation of Hurricane Sandy.

Then my replacement flight was cancelled. And then another one.
…And Sandy wasn’t showing any signs that she was slowing.

She made landfall with a fury I don’t think any of us expected. Heading out in search of supplies (and coffee) come Tuesday morning, the streets of Long Island looked like a war zone. The destruction harkened back to the days following the Northridge Earthquake – the last time Mother Nature reminded me who was boss.

I’m pretty sure we’ve pissed her off good this time — she pounded and pulverized and didn’t let up.

{^the line for coffee wrapping around the Valley Stream 7-11^}

Hell hath no fury like a full moon in a hurricane.

(And yes, I’m still waiting for a flight home.)

And also, I’m missing this:

{yeah, she totally ditched her Candy Fairy costume… I have no idea what made her switch to Sister Wife Minnie, and despite her unbearable cuteness I feel so out of the loop on my own kid’s life I could cry.}

I wasn’t able to get on this site from Long Island, so I blogged my shit out elsewhere. On Babble this morning, I reminisced about what it was like to be a child amidst Natural Disaster and why these memories don’t have to be terrifying for kiddos here on the east coast.

…As a childhood survivor of a natural disaster of epic proportions, I remember the comfort normalcy brought to my barely-tween self in the wake of the Northridge Earthquake. The neighbors baking chocolate chip cookies in their RVs, the marshmallow roasts in fireplaces, happy moments that pepper my recollection of sleeping two families in a single living room until FEMA had come through and deemed our homes structurally sound. Or worse…deemed them not. My husband, ten at the time, was displaced from his home and lived separate from his family for months, and the moments of normalcy and life as he knew it are the things he looks back on fondly from those trying times.

[read the full post HERE]

Happy Halloween!

One Response to Stranded On Long Island, Branded A Fool… #OhSandy

  1. MommaExpat says:

    I hope you have made it home… but if you haven’t, just remember that as much as it hurts you to be away from her, she’ll forget about it as soon as you come home. Hugs.

Talk to me. Please. I'm almost always alone or with a toddler.