I did not want to go. I believed if we stayed we could somehow protect the house. With the renovation completed only 6 months ago, I felt like a parent needing to stay put and make sure Hurricane Matthew didn’t destroy what we had just renewed.
Our contractor, Marc, called us well in advance. If we wanted to board up the house, he could help but we would need to do it early so we needed to decide quickly. I said do it, still intending to stay.
The good news was that we had the plywood on site needed to board up the windows. When we finished the renovation project back in April, Marc said he was leaving us with all the plywood needed to cover the windows. I was very nonchalant about it and said, “No, we shouldn’t need that, we’ll be fine….”. He informed me that was part of code and in order to get the house through final inspection, he had to do it (thank goodness). So we were prepared.
Michael Jackson (yes, that’s his name…) arrived ready to begin on the second story windows. I must have changed my mind a dozen times while he was here. “Do it, no don’t do it. Ok, do it. No, wait”. Literally, my husband said to Michael Jackson, “I am going to take her inside so you can get to work”. And he began.
I teared up a little at first. It looked SO UGLY. But, when he was done, I felt a huge relief. And still thought, I could stay.
And then the reference to Hugo was made on the news. We had to go. I had seen first hand what Hugo did to Charleston and it was not good. The morning we evacuated, I read, like I do every morning, my little prayer on my bathroom wall. My husband found a dime as he pulled clothes out of the dryer.
We knew it would be ok. And it was.