I am so, so very thankful that I didn't get caught too deeply in middle of Hurricane Sandy. God Bless the people and animals  that are suffering or have died
     I live near Boston, Massachusetts, but I was in Williamsburg, Virginia at the time.  It was raw, cold, rainy, and windy. I was confined to our hotel room during the days, because everything was closed.  But our room was spacious, comfortable, warm, and had working electricity, which meant, cable TV.  I was a bit stir crazy and anxious because I was in a strange place, in a hurricane, but I coped well, and tried to relax as much as I could.  Frank, my husband, was attending a conference, so I was alone all day.  That was hard for me.  Part of me is afraid of being alone for lengthy amounts of time.  But I didn't panic.
    What I really wanted to do was venture into Colonial Williamsburg, on a sight-seeing exploration, but it was mostly closed.  It would have been a BIG step for me, to go far away, from home and explore some new place on my own.  I'd love to achieve that type of confidence. I've traveled in  buses, subways, trains, but never by myself in a strange city, yet I do it all the time in Boston.  And I've been flying on airplanes by myself since I was six years old.  But crowds, chaos, and big places overwhelm me.  I think it got worse when my Schizoaffective Disorder peaked.  Because of this, I almost never go to Walmart, either, lol.
     I'm very happy to be home now, safe and cozy in our apartment, with Julie Catkins, my deaf feline child, and my wonderful husband.  There really is, no place like home.