In my last post, I detailed my struggles with home construction, sensory overload, and the various ways in which I was struggling with my new home life. As it turns out, it wasn't that bad. The thick wall separating my room from my brother's turned out to block most of the keyboard noise. Moving my stuff was a lot less emotionally painful than I anticipated, and they weren't even working that day. In fact, they did my entire room the next day, start to finish, in one sitting, so time wasn't an issue either. A few days later I comfortably moved back to my original, now-empty room, and set up my rig again. But then, you know what happened? A HURRICANE came in. Out of nowhere I started seeing these weather reports for an upcoming hurricane called Beryl. I'd been through hurricanes before - Ike, Harvey. I didn't remember having any real difficulty or loss from them. So I thought nothing of it. In fact, my mom said we were in the outer areas of the storm's reach, so it would barely even tou