Bailing (water, and out of Nashville)Written by hootenannie on May 3rd, 2010
Now, you know I love me some Nashville, but two weeks is a long, long time to be away from home. After 14 days of suitcase-living, I will board a plane tonight, and head westward back to Denver. I am grateful for the time I’ve had here with my Tennessee family, but ready to get back to my ever-loving routine.
I hope the thrice-stolen Honda is still parked where I left it.
For those of you who don’t live in the area (or… don’t pay attention to the national news), you may not know that this weekend, Nashville got 18″ of rain – over 25% of the average yearly amount in just two days. Having lived in the Northwest, I thought that I was used to a lot of rain – but the storms in the Southeast are truly astonishing. I have never, ever seen so much rain in my life – for 48 hours, it was unrelenting, turning the streets into rivers and basements into swimming pools. Everything flooded. Buildings went floating down the interstate. People were being rescued from their homes in canoes. So many people lost so much.
But I watched the people that I love jump into action on behalf of others. Bailing water from basements, checking in with each other to make sure they had what they needed, braving the flooded streets to give each other (um, me) rides… It reminds me that in my two short years in Nashville, I somehow became a part of a true community, one that tangibly demonstrates servanthood and selflessness. I saw it offered to others, and I felt it offered to myself.
I am ready to leave today. But I will never get used to saying goodbye.