Monday Musings: When the Hurricane Hits
Storm Damage & What Anxiety Becomes
When Hurricane Helene hit Augusta, Georgia, over the weekend, I was over 4000 miles away, enjoying some quality time with my family in North Wales. I’d received a voice note from my dear friend and fellow Substacker
the night before, just as we arrived at my Mum’s house. However, due to our late arrival, I didn’t get chance to listen to it.Augusta is the city I class as one of my two hometowns - my childhood and teenage years were split between there and Manchester, UK. Jamal still lives in Augusta and is married to a wonderful woman who I coincidentally went to high school with. He’d sent a couple of photos with his voice note and I’d taken a glance at them as we were unloading the car. It looked like a couple of trees had fallen down in the local area. Or maybe he was doing some particularly hefty yard work. I wasn’t sure. I’d typically catch up on voice notes from friends whilst getting ready for bed but, that night, my battery was almost dead.
The next morning, we had an early sta…