Power

After 6 days with no power, we finally moved back home Thursday night. We were planning to stay with my mother until the power came back on so we could at least be close to our apartment. I was here about 5:45 pm getting a few things and all of the sudden I heard a hum that had to be electric. Our AC was back on. I ran to the bathroom and flipped on the switch - And there was light. Oh happy day! I was thrilled. I was so tired of being displaced, even though my family was amazing to take us (and 6 other familial refugees) and the dog in for nearly a week. There is just something about being at home in your own bed...

Today (Saturday) I braved the grocery store. Everything in our fridge and freezer had to be thrown out, so I picked up a few replacement items. Life is starting to get back to normal. My family still doesn't have power, and might not until late next week. The whole experience has been exhausting for everyone. I have also seen just how amazing the City of Houston can be. Neighbors helping each other, helping strangers... it is a true testament to the friendliness and love than can be found here.

We had no physical property damage, which was great, but the memory of Ike will linger on for a while. I will upload my pictures from the rest of the storm soon.