Two Whole Years!

Has it really been 2 years since Hurricane Ike hit? Crazy how time flies. Actually, it doesn't seem like that long ago I was writing on the 1 year anniversary of Ike.

Not too much has changed in the last year. Galveston Island is definitely coming back--there are new buildings and restaurants going up all over the place. The hospital is coming back as well--more faculty, more nursing stations, more patients. So that's good.

As for me, my life has taken a huge turn for the better since that fateful day two years ago. I remember being huddled in my bunkbed, waiting for the worst of the storm to hit, not knowing if I would have a job, a house, a car, a life the next morning. It turns out that I still had a job (albeit a little hectic for the next 8 months), but lost my home (condemned, that is), eventually got a car, and my life was, well, altered.

Despite the chaos that was my life for 8 months after Ike, I don't regret it, and I'm not sorry it happened. I look back at that time in my life with pride and sentimentality. Through those times, I met a lot of amazing people, got to work at a bunch of different hospitals, and I learned to be 1. flexible (mentally, emotionally, and physically (ie: hello inflatable mattress for 3 months)), and 2. resilient. People can make do in whatever situation they are put in. The lives of my co-residents and the lives of people in Galveston are testimony to this.