Post Storm

I have a renewed sense of appreciation for the simple things in life, a safe home, electricity, and running water. So many people, living not even a mile away from my home, have been very hard hit by the storm that descended upon the East Coast Monday night. I am thankful that my biggest concern at the moment is extreme cabin fever. I have become stir crazy. Leaving my neighborhood is near impossible. The coffee shops are packed with people desperate to get out of their apartments for a few hours. The city where you can get anything and do anything 24 hours a day, 7 days a week came to a screeching halt for two full days.

The photos of the NYC area and New Jersey are surreal, the news hard to fully absorb. People I know have been without power and water for days. Friends’ buildings have flooded. Trees and fences in my neighborhood are strewn about the streets. And yet, no one I know, thankfully, endured the worst the storm brought. New York City is trying to get back to normal today despite all of the power outages, flooding, and lack of mass transit. The questioning begging to be asked, just how does a city like NYC get up and running after all of this?

I have spent much of the last two days feeling dazed and out of sorts. My apartment was safe. I wanted to open my doors to friends who needed refuge from their powerless and flooded homes. I wanted to provide some comfort to friends living in the hardest hit parts of the city. Despite my yearning to help I could do nothing. No one could travel to my neighborhood and I could not travel to them. The feeling of helplessness has been very strong. The feeling of gratitude has also been very strong. All of the stillness over the last few days, nowhere to go, nothing to do, has led to lots of time for reflection. Now what…


About djunapassman

I teach yoga, write, and edit. I live in a Brooklyn neighborhood that is changing faster than I can, or care to, keep up with. Manhattan still beckons me to her island a few subways stops away, reminding me of when I lived amongst her daily hustle and bustle.
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