It may be hard to believe that Hurricane Sandy happened only a little over two months ago. The effects of it are still going on even if it is not in the media limelight on a daily basis anymore. This weekend our beloved Long Beach boardwalk is getting torn down, being that it was damaged beyond reasonable repair. Our coastlines have to be replenished with sand and houses are being demolished or being repaired or rebuilt. 2013 will be filled with repairing damages from this record-breaking storm and the healing that will come along with it. Today I am going to share with you three stories of three families from Long Island that were affected in different ways by the storm. The first will be from myself, who survived the storm with no damages and without loss of electricity. The second will be from Christina who lost power for a week and a half, and the third from guest blogger Courtney who lives in Long Beach and had to remove herself and her family during the evacuations. Although we all escaped the damage unharmed and with our families and (most)material belongings intact, we along with the rest of the areas affected had some experiences that we would like to share.
Jenny: Family With Power
We prepared for the storm along with the rest of the area, with bottled water, food, supplies, batteries. It was a very weird feeling sitting in my unaffected home, watching the news constantly and seeing devastation as close as a mile away from my home. Members of my community lost everything, while others suffered through electricity and heat outages, running short on food and funds. It was like my house had a bubble around it and the rest of the world was in utter chaos. I started a food drive, and I opened my home to friends and family in need of normal comforts: a shower, a bit of TV, a working outlet . I was literally surrounded by people In desperate need of things that we all take for granted. I felt both helpless and utterly blessed. The luck of the draw kept us out of harms way and let us have what others went without. The world was a mess but in our bubble we were alright. I took to my car one evening, before the ridiculousness of the gas shortage, and drove around. I saw trees in houses, street lights out or down. Cable lines everywhere. People driving cautiously and others taking no care about respecting the rules of the road and other people's lives. Armed cars from the military were driving around Sunrise Highway. Was this for real? Once I left my little bubble of a home I realized for maybe the first time how crazy it was out there. I live right down the block from one of our local firehouses. The sirens blasted non stop for almost two weeks. It seemed that the minute they pulled back into the firehouse they were called out again. It was all completely unreal.blankets, the whole shebang. I honestly didn't know what to expect. You know how the media likes to play things up, but the reaction of NJ Governor Chris Christie really got to me. Personally I disagree on several important political points with him, but the way he handled the storm really earned my respect. His no-nonsense attitude toward evacuations and the "reality" of what was coming struck a cord within me that our local politicians, news casters, and weather people did not. I am not going to lie, I started to panic. Thoughts of the worst entered my head and my husband was working his arse off to keep up with my preparation demands. I bought more water, more boxed milk, more food, and more batteries. I secured every nook and cranny of the house and then we sat and waited like everyone else for the worst to come. But for us, it didn't.