Break the Illusion Blog by Davey Wavey

When it rains, it pours they say. Over the last few days, it poured in Rhode Island to the tune of 9 inches. If it were snow, we’d have more than 7 feet. In fact, more rain has fallen in the month of March than in any other month in the state’s recorded history—ever.

As I drove closer and closer to Rhode Island, I noticed that the rivers were growing wider and wider. By the time I reached my community, I was navigating through crowded streets of people with cameras. The Blackstone River, which flows alongside my now-evacuated condo building, was overflowing its banks.

As I parked my car in the flooded parking lot—there is no distinction between portions of the lot and the river itself—I realized that the basement must be underwater. My realization proved correct; despite four industrial pumps, the basement storage units were submerged.

Just yesterday, I blogged about reducing clutter. Today, Mother Nature is forcing me to take my own advice, as all of my stored belongings are waterlogged and destroyed. In a way, I’m thankful; if the items in the basement were serving a purpose in my life, then they wouldn’t have been in the basement. The way I see it, this storm is a good excuse for Spring-cleaning.

The damage was far more extensive to neighboring communities—my heart goes out to the people affected. The state’s interstate is flooded and closed, as are most school systems. The local mall is underwater and out of commission for two weeks. And even a nearby mall surrendered to the extreme currents, collapsing, in part, into the river. As Rhode Island’s governor said, “no one alive has ever seen anything like this.”

Welcome back to Rhode Island.

Pictures coming soon!

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