Now It’s Time to Rebuild.

Saturday, August 27th, 2016 | 💬 3 Comments

The past couple of weeks have been heavy. The heaviest few weeks that I’ve had since 2012 with the death of my mother. The flood waters came into my neighborhood, displaced us, and washed all of our memories and lives away. We’ve been working tirelessly with cleaning and sanitizing and tearing down walls. We’ve gotten everything down to the framing and cemented floors. And now it’s time to rebuild.

My days have started really, really early. Even earlier than before. I’ve lost a good bit of weight, even though some from stress, most is from all of the work that I’m doing in the house. I think as a result, I’ve gotten to the point where I’m feeling more and more peace as the days go by and I’m much more hopeful.

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It’s both gut-wrenching and hopeful to see my home stripped of its walls and 60% of its flooring. Hopeful because my home is literally a blank canvas and can be designed however I would like it as long as I can finance it. We’ve been working on a design to open up the kitchen. You can blame Joanna Gaines for all of her beautiful open concepts on Fixer Upper.

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I’ve cancelled my trip to Costa Rica just so I can be here for the process and there’s just too much that I need to handle on the forefront to be in another country right now. In hindsight, it probably would have been helpful to go, but I just didn’t want to take the chance.

We’re in our last phase of sanitizing and drying everything out. Walls are supposed to be going up later next week. Pinterest boards are going to come to life. Plans into fruition. Peace is slowly but steadily being restored. I’m excited and so, so grateful!

A few close friends of mine said they can’t wait to see how I make it through this. How my resilience and faith will push me through this. Well, what better way than to document it? House to Home 2.0.

Life on the Curb: It’s More Than Just Things.

Sunday, August 21st, 2016 | 💬 21 Comments

I’ve finally caught up with my days. This entire week seemed to have been one long ass day or one very long weekend that kept replaying itself — both the good and the bad parts. My sleep pattern is all out of whack. My appetite comes and goes. My stomach is upset & won’t let me hold much down. I miss being with my family. And we all miss being home.

If you’ve been following the news in regards to Louisiana, you’ll know that the rivers that flow through East Baton Rouge and surrounding parishes like Livingston & Ascension, took on too much water from the rain and resulted in flash flooding. This event has been declared one of the worst disasters since Super Storm Sandy and almost a week passed before outside media sources began to report on it.

Our home flooded and took in 5′ of water. As a result, 90% of what we own had to be thrown out. Futhermore, the walls had to be torn out and cleaned. My home is completely gutted. No floors, except for the tile & slate, and no walls — just stud framing. The cleanup was therapeutic in a sense: getting all of the damaged things out of the house and cleaning up. But it was therapeutic only until our pile of belongings had become a 2′ accrual of almost every single thing that we owned.



All of that can be replaced. You & your family survived, you all have your lives, and that’s what matters most."

I know that we’ve lost a lot of things that can be replaced. Collectively, the survivors of the flood know this. But also somewhere underneath and amongst all of the rubbish is our independence, our memories – our homemade cards from our children, or that door frame that was used to measure their heights. We’ve lost that door that made a specific sound where you knew someone was sneaking into the kitchen.