Hurricane Irma is barreling towards my town of Fort Myers/Naples area. Unfortunately we're expecting a 8-15' storm surge. Florida is below sea level.
A sheriff knocked on my parents door at about 4 in the morning to tell us we needed to leave or risk dying. I had already evacuated my apartment on Thursday, since it is in the flood zone.
So today we are woken by this sheriff; pretty much told to leave or die, so we packed all of our sentimentals, our cats, our dog, my lizards, and climbed into the Jeep and the truck to head to Jacksonville. It was a perilous journey, we had planned to ride the storm out, so we were not prepared completely in the regards to gas. Why would we fuel up when other people need it more than us, you know what I mean?
We made it here on fumes, panicked and tired after going by over fifteen stations with NO gas. It has been an absolutely fucking exhausting week, full of anxiety and crying, because it goes from 'we're staying, we're leaving, we're staying, we're leaving' CONSTANTLY.
I had to leave behind everything; all of my possessions, all of my clothes, everything. The only thing I brought with me was things that can't be replaced; pictures, drawings, etc. I still couldn't take all of them, we simply didn't have room or time.
This is a bad week for me. We are out of danger now, for now, but I may not have anywhere to go home to. The governor is predicting my region of the world will be underwater, that the west coast may not exist anymore after this storm. I can't pretend I'm peachy.
Sorry but I haven't checked messages, commented, favorited, or anything. It is NOT a priority right now. You have no idea how stressful it is to leave behind your entire LIFE for a FUCKING STORM.
I wish you all the best, but updates aren't going to be a thing till I know what the fuck is going to happen in my life.
Don't send prayers; they don't do shit.