Hurricane Helene made her mark on Tampa Bay yesterday. While we were spared torrential rainfall and insane winds, the storm surge damage has changed the entire face of communities up and down my beloved Gulf Coast area for years to come.

For the first time in 35 years my neighborhood flooded, my house included. Westley and I evacuated around 7pm last night when the sea started coming up my driveway.

My friend Katie generously offered us shelter and a safe place to rest. Though to be honest, my worrying prevented much sleep.

8am this morning we ventured back home to deal with the aftermath. It was as I feared, my house was flooded. Water in my living room and bedroom was up to my ankles, though the high water mark was closer to 7”.

Thankfully my house hadn’t lost power (I had turned off the main breaker before leaving and so far, everything I’ve turned back on has worked, even my ancient air conditioner).

I admit there was a point this morning where I felt completely overwhelmed. But then, the most amazing things happened: my neighbor showed up with a shop vac, friends came over with gloves to pitch in, bringing fans, and even food.

Fourteen hours later, I’m tired, my back hurts, and I don’t have much furniture left but I have a clean and mostly dry home to sleep in tonight.

Thank you to everyone who helped me and for those who checked in on me (I’ll get back to you all tomorrow).

I know I am very fortunate (many others lost so much) and I’m overwhelmed, but this time with gratitude. 💖