I looked down. The wooden flooring I stood on was being ripped from beneath my feet. Uncontrollable winds were literally tearing everything apart. I had nowhere to go. All I could do was stand, frozen, while everything around me was being torn up.
It’s starting to sink in, isn’t it? You can’t leave your home, gather with more than ten people, and some of your favorite things to do are off the table. The reality of restricted living is here.
So we have that door in our house. You know, the one that never closes. Oh, you have one too? Slam! The sound it makes even we are ever so slightly closing it. I’m not sure how many weeks our door was in this state but it was to the point where our Read More