One Swirl After Another

It took 3 hours of hard labor and some neighborly support to finally clear our drive. However, it didn’t really matter. The island was still under a 24 hour curfew, for good reason, of course. We were just annihilated by Hurricane Irma about 15 hours prior, so the day afterwards wasn’t much fun. We were safe, little damage to our apartment itself, and thankfully we still have phone service (which was a rarity and quite frankly didn’t really matter since only about 1/8th of the island had it- if that).

It took about 36 hours before we risked leaving the comfort of our apartment. Though none of us wanted to risk driving, so we decided to walk. We climbed the mountain to check on our friends apartment. We assisted with some minor clean up there before we made the trek into town.

This is where I’m still at a loss for words. Read more

When Life Takes a Swirl

Words. Words. Words.

I swear I have them, but placing them onto paper isn’t coming easy. This adventure I’m currently in was DEFIANTLY not a mapped out plan.

The turn my life took 50 days ago, specifically September 6th, 2017, was not something I every could have prepared myself for or every something I thought I’d experience. I mean, I have heard of major storms and I have seen the aftermath of things like Sandy, Katrina and the most recently, Harvey. But experiencing it, well that was something I was NOT prepared for…AT ALL.

I mean, come on, I’m a desert girl raised in Arizona. The worst storm I experienced growing up was a haboob, a bad monsoon, occasionally the thunderstorms when visiting family in Minnesota/Iowa, or the occasional snow storms during college and graduate school.

When I returned and moved back to St. Thomas, Read more