Hurricanes: It’s all about toilet paper, water, and snacks
I’ve called Florida home for nearly four years now, a stark contrast to my native California. While both states have their share of natural challenges, my experience with them couldn’t be more different.
Back in California, living in the foothills just south of Yosemite, wildfires were a constant, looming threat. Every year brought multiple blazes, filling the air with heavy, acrid smoke and often triggering evacuation orders. I had a detailed survival plan ready to go, constantly updated, and while thankfully I never had to execute it, the underlying fear was always present.
Here in Florida, the natural disaster landscape shifts to hurricanes. I’ve weathered several now, experiencing the week-long power outages that turn refrigerators into warm, useless boxes and halt the flow of running water. It wasn’t enjoyable, certainly, but I can honestly say I wasn’t scared. I had my hurricane kit of non-perishable food and bottled water, and that preparation brought a sense of calm.
What does give me pause in Florida are the tornadoes. Those warnings, with their sudden and destructive potential, do send a shiver down my spine. But even with that, I still have a plan in place. It’s a different kind of preparedness, but a plan nonetheless.
It's a blast, blast, blast. 
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