As we sit here on our couch and eat crap food waiting for the surge of this storm to hit, my roommate and I are wondering how bad this storm is really going to get. It's difficult to think that it's going to be potentially devastating, even to mainland Brooklyn. But the night has just begun, and we are not in the thick of it yet.
Looking back, I've asked myself how I feel about my decision to stay in the city. It's hard to say right now since I'm sitting here, frequently updating this blog with a nice cool breeze coming in from the cracked window. I love me a good storm, and I've definitely experienced worse. Some say this storm is a bust and we're not going to see anything more than gusty winds. I think they're being too optimistic.
I didn't even know there was a hurricane coming until I opened my email at work to see that I had been signed up to volunteer at flood shelters without my permission. I wondered, how the hell did that happen unbeknownst to me? Isn't that illegal? Oh no, dear readers. Apparently as a civil servant to the youth of today, I am automatically entered into the system as an emergency response volunteer that will man shelters in the event of an emergency...excuse me, what? Call me selfish, but I sacrifice my well being every damn day I teach. Pardon me for not wanting to really put my life on the line this time and help the people of Crown Heights get to shelters. I'm guess I'm going to hell.
I was hoping for no school, and as the weekend got on, I kept thinking, this kind of stuff happened with Hurricane Irene and that was a joke. It was downgraded to a tropical storm, and I think the "devastation" in the city amounted to an overturned trash can. I'll be fiiiiine.
My Sunday afternoon double feature with Meghan S. was cut short by my roommate informing me the subways were shutting down and that school was cancelled. That's when I knew I should go home. Meghan hopped in her car right away and went upstate to Mechanicville. She asked if I wanted to come. Nooo, I'll be fiiiiiine.
Then the barrage of phone calls started coming in. I had to break the news to my family I wasn't going anywhere. My mom threatened to drive down to the city and get me, whether I liked it or not. Genevieve told me it was fine with her as long as I was sure my safety wasn't at risk then, whatever, you can do what you want. It would just be a REALLY good idea to leave before the storm of the century. Tom told me the navy was worried the missile destroyers were going to be...well, destroyed. "Dude, if the navy is worried that DESTROYERS are going down in the havoc that is about to be wreaked on the city, you should PROBABLY leave, D. I mean, this would be the perfect time for terrorists to attack." Collectively, I was informed that the city would be anarchy, lawless bands of people may run around attacking each other, I might be stranded and starving, and I was an idiot to stay. I assured my family: Dude, I'll be fiiiiine.
But the news reports continued to worsen, and Sunday night I learned the following information:
1. This is the largest hurricane we've ever, ever, ever seen on the east coast. It is quite literally the storm of the century, Stephen King styles (minus the devil roaming around in a trench coat...maybe...)
2. The millibars measuring the pressure in the middle of this storm is the lowest we've ever seen at 940.
3. Power outages could last days, even a week.
4. Worst of all, people really had no clue what to expect because we have never seen anything of this magnitude hit the coast.
And that was the moment I thought I had made a mistake potentially stranding myself on this island. I thought in the end would be fine, but the reality was that I didn't have any idea. My entire family was madder than hell at me for staying, and to be honest, I would be too if anyone in my family didn't immediately evacuate a disaster zone. But here I am, and for better or worse, I'm here to stay. Do I think there will be raping and pillaging going on? Doubt it. Will there be mass chaos with fires breaking out and general anarchy? Highly unlikely. I'd say I'm 99% sure that I'm going to be just fine. It's that 1% that's scary.
Now the power is about to go out, so I will end by saying: I am here, I am fine, everything is gravy, and I hope it stays that way. I am not scared, I'm loving the weather for now, and I hope and pray it doesn't get any worse than this. I will post pictures as the night goes on. Everyone, stay safe.