I heard the song that I used for this post tonight, and thought about how many different ways the title applies to me. I haven't blogged lately, because I began to think it wasn't a good idea. I was afraid I was offending people, when that was NEVER my intention. I wish more people would blog about their experiences with this flood. Has anyone heard from the "We Are Home" program? Has anyone gotten any money from them? How are other people coming in the rebuild process? Are most people moved back in? How are your children handling the loss? Do you feel all alone? Are you scared when it rains? Are you mad? Do you feel like nobody can really understand unless they have been through it? Are you as amazed as I am that life has just gone on for everyone who was not affected, while you're stuck with this mess? Do you feel as guilty as I do? I just wanted to put a little honesty out there about my experience, and I still feel like that is important and necessary.
That said, September has not been a great month for me. We were originally going to be back in our home by September. It is absolutely nobody's fault that we are not. With so many people rebuilding, there have been hold-ups at every turn. Supplies on back-order, inspectors with too much to inspect and not enough time, and pipes that are not where they were supposed to be are just a few of the problems. Now, it will be the end of September at the earliest. Even with that to look forward to, I do not look forward to writing checks regularly, and I am quickly coming to the end of the FEMA money, and I'm frantically trying to figure out where to get the next $15,000. All of this and other personal problems have had me doubting my ability to deal with all of this anymore. If only I could sleep through the month of September! Just wake me up when it's all over, or better yet, let this be a nightmare that never really happened. (We will happily celebrate the birth of a new addition to our family in a few days, my nephew, Thomas.)
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