We are almost a week post-Hurricane Harvey here in Houston and life is anything but normal.
I haven’t seen a national newscast in more than a week, so I don’t know what is being said and shown, but here’s a window into what is happening in my Houston neighborhood.
Homes in all directions are standing but eerily bare. The downstairs, and sometimes upstairs, framework of the house is all that is left inside after wet sheetrock, insulation, wooden floors, cabinets, and more have been quickly removed. Piles of trash (destroyed furniture, insulation, tile, etc.) so fully line the curbs of houses, the structures themselves are hard to see. A stench of mold, water, sweat, and tears permeates the neighborhood…literally.
But in front of those piles of trash, the streets are lined with bumper-to-bumper cars of friends and neighbors that are helping each other. Facebook is inundated with people asking who still needs help with their houses or who could use some cold water or cleaning supplies. Neighbors and groups from different states are driving in and banding together to prepare and deliver lunches. Hot meals are being delivered for free to those hardest hit and the people who are helping them. Families are reaching out to house complete strangers because they need to feel safe and have nowhere to go…and won’t for months. Continue reading