Hurricane Irene, Part 1

Well folks, I’m waiting on Mr. P to get out of the shower so he can drive me back to my place on the Upper West Side, which happens to be one of the safest places you can be with the expected arrival of Hurricane Irene. She’s already hit my friends in NC and now she’s coming for my beautiful city. Luckily, everyone I know is fine and those in Zone A have evacuated New York to a safer place.

I don’t have much time and I’m not sure how serious this will actually be, but anxiety and fear of the unknown has a way of making you cling to those you love. Knowing that my apartment is safer than where Mr. P’s family is, we had to make a tough decision to separate during the storm. He should be with his mother (as I would be with my family if they were here) and I should be where I’ll have the lowest risk of danger. Why we would like to be together, sometimes you have to make a tough decision to do what’s best for both of you.

So, he insisted on driving me to make sure I arrived and I’m that I’m safe. Transit – buses, subways, railroads – all close at noon, so we’re leaving before the option to take public transit doesn’t exist anymore.

He’s dressed and ready now, giving me the look it’s time to go, so one last thing:

If you’re in the Northeast, please take care of yourself. And don’t freak out too badly, take this advice from Gawker to calm your nerves. My thoughts and prayers are with you all.