Talking to my mother yesterday:
Me: What about if a tornado hits, do you know where in the house to go?
Mom: Probably in the closet. Where do you think is the best place to be if one hits?
My parents are staying for Gustav. I am massively worried. I don’t like being on this side of things. Not that it isn’t a luxury to have moved away from a hurricane area, but when you left everyone you love there . . . this is worse. This powerlessness, this unending worry and helplessness.
I don’t like the fact that they’re staying. I have made this point time and again in the last 2 days but I’m just their kid, what do I know? I don’t like the fact that this time they’re on a different side of the storm than in Katrina. This time they will be on the north and east sides where the worst weather is, the tornadoes and everything else. And I am worried to no end. I would be happier if I were home and dealing with this directly. Instead, I’m in Austin, doing nothing. This sucks.