Hurricane Ike

The eyewall of Ike is pushing through, and I'm sitting in a hotel room in Washington DC. I think that when you're in a situation that's competely helpless, you try and exert as much control as you can. For me, right now, this takes the form of spending $11 to access WiFi and doing frantic searches on the internet to check the windspeeds of my parents home. And blogging.

Right now, the eye is passing over Galveston and Stephanie Abrams is speaking in front of stationery palm trees. I can barely see them moving.

I'm scared. My parents are out, which saves me a lot of worry, but I am thinking of my home. I love Houston. It's my home and it has brought me so much good in my life.

I don't even know what else to say. I think it's amazing that nature has created such an amazing storm called a Hurricane, that has so much power and fury, that humans, with all intellect and technology, is reduced to a mere four limbed creature that has to flee.

I can't believe this storm has hit where I am from. I have been somewhat fascinated by powerful weather all my life. At one point in high school, I wanted to be a meteorologist - I got 100's on countless Earth Science tests in high school (wasn't really that hard of a class though!). I grew up one of those really erally weird kids who liked to watch the weather channel. I've watched these weather dudes from all part of the country, report from the center of these storms. And now they're in my home and I'm feeling lost.

I would like to take a moment to recognize my former Baylor classmates, who are now residents, who are taking indefinitely long calls in the hospital until the storm passes, and to recognize those who will be relieving those who are riding out the storm in the hospital.