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I feel guilty. A sort of survivor's guilt.

Tampa had been phased to in the words of our mayor take a punch in the face and then Irma shifted course.

During the long night I was happy it stayed on land because the path when it stayed on the gulf before hitting us was the one that would have devastated us.

And then the path shifted. As our local paper said, "Irma staggered along the state like a drunken tourist."

And my section of Tampa was the only part still in the cone... And then even we weren't in the cone.


I was euphoric. It didn't hit us we we're safe, the eye didn't hit us.

Mum (mother in law) was in Georgia, parents were fine, mom was fine, brother was fine...

Then I saw the flooding, the destruction in Jacksonville, in parts of Orlando, in Charleston

And I feel guilty for anxiety fueled euphoria... And yet grateful my home was spared.

Mum's house may be damaged because the area where she lives was closer to the eye path when it was still cat 3 and some parts experienced flooding.

But as she's still in Georgia (leaving today at midday we won't know until later).

And the flooding isn't as bad as Jacksonville and Charleston.