Everything is starting to thaw here,  and we FINALLY have clean water again. Our faucets are flowing, we never lost power, and our house remains (mercifully) unscathed. I have no idea how we got this lucky.

I ventured out for the first time in a week, this morning.  Literally one block away, a crew of contractors was dragging the remnants of a neighbor's destroyed home to the curb. It was a sobering reminder of how quickly my home, my safe place, could have been taken from me. Gone, in an instant.

The people we have, our children, my family-- they're the important ones. We're all okay, and everyone is still as happy and healthy as ever. For that, I am so incredibly grateful. I know someone we love could've easily been one of the dozens of people who were lost in this devastating winter storm. It is not lost on me that they're the only ones who really matter, in all of this.

But for the last year, we've all been told to stay home. Safe at home. Stay in, hunker down, and make yourself comfortable, for the good of your community. What do you do when the only safe space you've got is suddenly gone? Where do you go when you can't go home?