September 27, 2011
It's just the usual Tuesday morning, only there's a typhoon coming and they say it's gonna be mighty strong. So we made a plan to just sleep it off, enjoy the cold nice wind it will bring. Next thing we know the power's off,the rain has been non stop since the early morning, leaves flying on our windows and the wind seems to be singing in a very angry tune. I went to peek outside and slowly (or so i thought) there's a small flow of water running down our street. I ignored it. Five minutes later it was up to half a foot high. Of course I woke up the husband because water aren't supposed to be running rampant through the street. After he saw the situation he said only one word, "pack". So I did. He called his Dad to come pick us up. A little over ten minutes later my father-in-law arrived with his big ol' rusty farm jeep. Oh was I glad to see that jeep, to me that looks more like a submarine because I don't see any of it's wheel anymore. Yup. The water's that high. And Dad's jeep isn't easy to climb. So we left our home only with one overnight bag, a huge bag of diapers and a kilo of dog food not sure if the home we left that morning will be the same one we'll be returning home again. And since the electricity is off for the rest of our province we decided to stay in a hotel because honestly after the evacuation I can't face another trauma of a crying baby that can't sleep without air-conditioning. With most of the hotels fully booked swarmed by parents with babies, we just got lucky we got the very last room just in time. Am just a bit torn that in a crisis like this, we had to leave Koffy with my parents-in-law because, you know, pets aren't allowed in hotels.
Looking back am glad am the kind of a panic that is numb to panic and just weighs the situation into two categories: okay or bad. When I saw the flood starting it gave me a bad feeling that this is not alright. Something-Ondoy could happen again. Two days ago is not exactly what people call a cuddle-weather. It was more like lets-get-out-of-here-right-now-weather. Though I am worried with all of our things we left, our car, Shoe Etiquette! heck! that's our life we left there, I need (somehow) to cheer up. We're all safe, that's all that matters. A huge part of me is relieved that our lives was never really in danger. That the flood only reached almost the floors of our car and did not reach our home, but still I am holding on to some very raw, scared feelings from the experience. seeing people walk outside with the water as high as their waist is really scary. I feel as if Jayson and I have to parents in a whole new level, in a way we never had to before - to fight back our own fears and put on a brave calm demeanor for each other and for our Yllac. To see him safe, healthy and happy, that's all that matters.
Now, we're all home safe. Yllac and Jayson now sleeping and Koffy here at my foot snoring.
Honestly, am not really that shaken. (But I am. LIAR!) We had to do what we had to do while we were at the hotel. And at the back of my mind, well why do you think I took these photos for anyway? (Beeeecause I am sooooo gonna blog about this!) This is my first flood experience, so why not make it appear a bit of dramatic so worthy of a blogpost? But seriously, at the hotel, it was quite nice. It's like finding a reason to check-in into a hotel that's five minutes away from home, stay there as a family all day long, just being together. Gee, thanks Pedring for being such a good excuse. But seriously don't ever come back again. We can't afford you anymore.
Anyway, hope everyone is okay right now, dry, safe, happy and healthy - That's all that matters.
It's just the usual Tuesday morning, only there's a typhoon coming and they say it's gonna be mighty strong. So we made a plan to just sleep it off, enjoy the cold nice wind it will bring. Next thing we know the power's off,the rain has been non stop since the early morning, leaves flying on our windows and the wind seems to be singing in a very angry tune. I went to peek outside and slowly (or so i thought) there's a small flow of water running down our street. I ignored it. Five minutes later it was up to half a foot high. Of course I woke up the husband because water aren't supposed to be running rampant through the street. After he saw the situation he said only one word, "pack". So I did. He called his Dad to come pick us up. A little over ten minutes later my father-in-law arrived with his big ol' rusty farm jeep. Oh was I glad to see that jeep, to me that looks more like a submarine because I don't see any of it's wheel anymore. Yup. The water's that high. And Dad's jeep isn't easy to climb. So we left our home only with one overnight bag, a huge bag of diapers and a kilo of dog food not sure if the home we left that morning will be the same one we'll be returning home again. And since the electricity is off for the rest of our province we decided to stay in a hotel because honestly after the evacuation I can't face another trauma of a crying baby that can't sleep without air-conditioning. With most of the hotels fully booked swarmed by parents with babies, we just got lucky we got the very last room just in time. Am just a bit torn that in a crisis like this, we had to leave Koffy with my parents-in-law because, you know, pets aren't allowed in hotels.
Looking back am glad am the kind of a panic that is numb to panic and just weighs the situation into two categories: okay or bad. When I saw the flood starting it gave me a bad feeling that this is not alright. Something-Ondoy could happen again. Two days ago is not exactly what people call a cuddle-weather. It was more like lets-get-out-of-here-right-now-weather. Though I am worried with all of our things we left, our car, Shoe Etiquette! heck! that's our life we left there, I need (somehow) to cheer up. We're all safe, that's all that matters. A huge part of me is relieved that our lives was never really in danger. That the flood only reached almost the floors of our car and did not reach our home, but still I am holding on to some very raw, scared feelings from the experience. seeing people walk outside with the water as high as their waist is really scary. I feel as if Jayson and I have to parents in a whole new level, in a way we never had to before - to fight back our own fears and put on a brave calm demeanor for each other and for our Yllac. To see him safe, healthy and happy, that's all that matters.
Now, we're all home safe. Yllac and Jayson now sleeping and Koffy here at my foot snoring.
Honestly, am not really that shaken. (But I am. LIAR!) We had to do what we had to do while we were at the hotel. And at the back of my mind, well why do you think I took these photos for anyway? (Beeeecause I am sooooo gonna blog about this!) This is my first flood experience, so why not make it appear a bit of dramatic so worthy of a blogpost? But seriously, at the hotel, it was quite nice. It's like finding a reason to check-in into a hotel that's five minutes away from home, stay there as a family all day long, just being together. Gee, thanks Pedring for being such a good excuse. But seriously don't ever come back again. We can't afford you anymore.
Anyway, hope everyone is okay right now, dry, safe, happy and healthy - That's all that matters.
