Really saddens me to hear that Zuzanna, I empathize.
Your town looks nearly identical to the entire coast line 30 miles inland after Katrina.
I remember once watching a documentary on the Chernobyl families that had to be evacuated on the spot that day from their homes and never to return.
Decades later they were "allowed" to go back for a single day to see their old community and say goodbye.
There was a scene with a guy in his thirties who went to his old house and took it all in. I remember watching him kick his old favorite, (now deflated) ball while blankly staring at the walls inside the house.
When you lose everything you know in a a single afternoon, it permanently changes you in strange ways. Uproots some piece of your soul, especially if you don't return, rebuild, or rebond with the land.
It's like human alchemy.
I grew up on the coast my entire life, haven't been back since the hurricane because it took so long to rebuild and was too hard to watch.
Used to have strange dreams where myself, and thousands of others were just walking on the beach at night.. Like some sort of mass migration. Nobody talking or happy, just heads down and getting on with it.
I had no idea what direction we were going, but I did know that we were all heading in the same direction.
Like a plastic glove to a hot skillet, people's finger tips get stuck to the land.
I hope each and every last one of them moves forward and rebuilds, and am very sorry to hear about the devastation. Lucky as you are, shit won't be right for a long time.Can't out run that weird space between things
My sincere condolences, don't forgot to treat yourself well during these next months.