Once I gathered from satellite photos and firsthand accounts that my house didn't flood, I obsessed about a bunch of bananas that I'd left on the kitchen table. I figured at the very least I would have a moldy tablecloth and at the most, my house would be gone. It's interesting to think about the fears that I had while I was in exile. Most of the time I was in total denial. I was still in denial for weeks after I returned, insisting that everything was fine.
