Flooded: One year later, assessing what was lost and what was found when a ravaging rain swept through metro Detroit

The rains started midday.

Driving down back roads in Detroit. My commute usually took 30 minutes. This night, it took almost 90.
My intersection near my house in Huntington Woods, Michigan.

Once home, it became clear my problems were just beginning.

The water eventually rose to the fifth step from the bottom.
I bought this couch two months before the flood. On the bright side, it only cost $250 on Craigslist.
The view from our front porch.
Left: I bought these bongos for my husband’s birthday when we were maybe 25. He’d always wanted to learn to play. Middle: The black muck covering everything was really a bummer. Right: This is the pillow I made for my younger’s son’s nursery, which had a “Three Little Birds” theme.
Our trash heap took up our entire curb area — as did the heap at most of my neighbors’ houses.

What I really lost on August 11, 2014 was not my possessions or a large chunk of my savings, although those were painful in their own right. What I truly lost was my confidence that climate change is something “out there,” something far away, that won’t touch me or the people I love. I suppose what I lost was my sense of removal.

During the clean-up, four days after the flood.

Writer. Michigander. Mother. Sober.

Writer. Michigander. Mother. Sober.