Homecoming & Hurricanes
In the last few months, I often considered writing a final post in this blog. A post to say that I am home, that after almost a year of living in France, I’m back in Wilmington, a place I love and that truly feels like mine. But it never felt right to write these final words until now. Two weeks ago, I watched as a hurricane threat became real. In this part of the state we hear hurricane warnings pretty regularly but often they’re nothing to worry about. They often stay out in the ocean or calm before they reach land. On occasion, they do bring damage, but since I’ve lived here it’s never had catastrophic impact on the city as a whole. Florence was different. The usual media hype and drama that happens every time was paired with serious weather reports. The prediction was category 4 winds ripping up Wrightsville Beach after spiraling out in the Atlantic for days. Before this storm, I had never left town for threat...