Welcome back to another week of Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This is the time where I spend 5 minutes free writing. I want this to go up on Saturdays, so I’m generally writing this on Friday. Sometimes super early Saturday. Or Sunday, if that’s easier for you.
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September (and October for me) brings up a lot of memories. A lot of anniversaries – not all super positive anniversaries, but anniversaries nonetheless.
This month marks 10 years since hurricanes Frances, Ivan and Jeanne left their mark on western North Carolina. And during Jeanne, I met my husband.
It’s hard to believe it’s been 10 years. I was young – 25! – when I covered those storms. I remember working around the clock during those storms, with a break of a few days in between hurricanes. We had plans in place if power or internet went out – my apartment was a hub because I had a wireless network at the time, and not everyone had a wireless network in their home. (Crazy how far we’ve come in 10 years.)
Following two of the storms, I was sent up in a small plane with a photographer to get footage of the damage. Jeanne caused a mudslide and it left one family dead.
Emotionally, it was draining. Almost as physically draining working non-stop.
I met Kenny the last week of September, and I don’t know how we made it through those early days. We’d go on a date, but I was also getting ready to go into work to check on staff posting to the website. I had to be prepared to work early (6 or 7 a.m.) the next day, too.
These memories have been flooding my brain the past few days. I think partly because I can’t believe I’ve been with my husband almost 10 years. I was just a KID when we met (who thought she was an adult. Little did I know…)