One year post flood

Last year threw me for a loop, that much I can say. I wasn't even going to evacuate my top floor apartment building. How bad could it be? Really?

I gathered bare essentials, assuming I would be out for maybe a day... Little did I know.

It took just over 6 months for me to return back home and in that time frame, I learned a lot. Patience was tried and tested time and time again with my management company (don't even get me started) and my heart was blown open by how many people stepped to the plate to offer me their home.

In fact, I shuttled between two homes in a week with the generosity of friends. Staying Tuesday night to Thursday night at one place and then Friday through till Monday at another. It was taxing and emotionally / physically exhausting. It gave me a whole new appreciation for what I have and every single day I open the door to my wee apartment, I smile and give gratitude.

Countless people asked if I needed anything without hesitation. Even strangers I have never met and will never meet, donated money to the Red Cross for flood relief... Which I did use to help me cover the cost of being out of home. Thank you so much!!

The community is resilient and has bounced back even stronger. I love this. Just in awe of everything and how people banding together creates such positivity.

Over the flood anniversary weekend, I attended the mission-cliff bungalow BBQ and had so much fun in the sun, with amazing music, with friends and hot firefighters (What? That's the truth).
I co-taught a class with the every lovely and wonderful Candace Cooke at Santosha and we packed the room to the gills with all the amazing people showing up to show the mission possible pride! I am honoured. I am blessed.

Thank you thank you thank you!!!!