We’re getting festive at the McCasa. Check it out:
That’s our housemate Tom in front of the Christmas tree! The tree is trimmed, the handmade gifts are all wrapped, and we’ve busted out the hot cocoa. I love this season. Been listening to a lot of Sufjan Stevens holiday tunes, and am planning to make salt dough ornaments tomorrow. Merry Christmas, everyone! This is going to be a good one. I can feel it.
We’ve made a decision, in the aftermath of the flood. We’re moving to a smaller, more walkable, more energy efficient condo. It’s one town over, in Carrboro, NC. I’m packing, and making a donations pile for things we’re downsizing. As Josh puts it, “let the great minify begin!”
We are surely minimalists now. Call it an act of God. Our insurer did, followed by the words “you’re not covered.” On a day like today – one of the longest days of my life – it is really good to remember that stuff doesn’t matter, and community does. We lost a lot of stuff, but we are so rich in community. Our neighbors and friends have sheltered and fed us, checked on us, comforted us, cared for our dog, helped drain the water from our cars…and the list goes on. We are healthy, together, and safe, and fortunate to be so cared for. This was the last 36 hours:
Our downstairs flooded, about half a foot deep. Our neighborhood creek became a 50 foot wide river. We lost Josh’s car, our home has to be gutted, repairs will take months. We are displaced. Our pets are displaced. And we worked so hard today. Then we threw a flood party, all gathered outside on our ruined furniture, drinking bourbon from tea cups. Half the homes in our neighborhood were flooded. The other half have been our ports in the storm. I am so profoundly grateful for our amazing neighbors and generous friends. We are all in good spirits – because we have each other, and that is so much more than enough.