Well, I would have loved to have started this post with "it's great to be back home" but I'll confess it wasn't quite as I expected. Positively, I was greeted by a fantastic team of people at the welcome center and then I got to wave frantically at our fire fighters on the over-pass in some effort to show my appreciation. That's where the fairy tale feeling of moving home stopped though. I was naive when it came to the level of damage to our house, even though it remains standing and appears untouched. I was naive to how long it would take to repair it and I was unprepared for deciding what to do next given the new circumstances. I am extremely grateful to be one of the lucky ones to have my house spared but even so, I was brought very abruptly
