I live on the east coast and south enough that I chose to flee home and Irene. The good thing about the storm is that I finally put together a decent emergency kit. I could have been better about it (get a backpack instead of a duffel bag) and it could be lighter (hard to carry that and two cats around).
What reminds me that maybe I don't want a zombie apocalypse to happen is the aftermath of these storms. When civilization ends, the power goes out, the water doesn't flow, and the roads are impassible, life becomes so much harder and I am not ready.
If anything, I need to step up my game. I wish I actually owned land and a generator rather than renting out a dinky two-bedroom apartment (granted it is on the second floor and so should not flood).
I need more skills to weather these storms, to not feel so helpless before its fury. Thanks Irene, for reminding me how pathetic I am when faced with a real emergency. At least I had fun playing with my walkie talkies. Hopefully, before the undead arrive, I will be better prepared.
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