A tale of two cities ...
I'm reading the news of the damaged parts of NYC, and it really feels like a tale of two cities. My home is unaffected, my workplace is unaffected, my commute has been restored to normalcy -- and these scenes of devastation aren't from somewhere hundreds or thousands of miles away, they're from elsewhere in my city. It's surreal as well as terrible.
My husband's going to go in search of some aunts who are in a more damaged neighborhood and see if they want to stay at our place for a while. I'm glad; I want to help someone, but between work (working every day until elections and just thankful some of it will be from home) and our toddler, it doesn't seem like there's much I can do.
[Addendum: one aunt is okay, the other has been taken in by one of her sons. We may be taking in a relative-of-relative; the aunt in question is trying to reach her.]
My husband's going to go in search of some aunts who are in a more damaged neighborhood and see if they want to stay at our place for a while. I'm glad; I want to help someone, but between work (working every day until elections and just thankful some of it will be from home) and our toddler, it doesn't seem like there's much I can do.
[Addendum: one aunt is okay, the other has been taken in by one of her sons. We may be taking in a relative-of-relative; the aunt in question is trying to reach her.]