The Flood That Washed Away The Sands of Old

Last night I saw a group on Facebook for the army base I used to live at in the Mojave Desert. The group had shared a picture of major flooding in front of the grocery store and shopping center. I didn't know how long ago that picture was taken, but after a little reading, I realized that it was from the weekend.

After viewing a few more pictures, I saw some places I had once been in, completely destroyed from the storm that hit the area. I don't know quite how to wrap my brain around all of this. I have already come to terms with having left this place and seeing it change with no regard to those who once lived there. (Though the thought of a place not being able to improve its area because some people are too nostalgic about it, is a very selfish attitude, but I understand both sides).

I only lived there for three years, but it was during a crucial time in my life, high school. It was there that I truly developed into the person who is the foundation of who I am now. It's an odd experience to have, living in a place like that. My sister often describes a kind of Stockholm syndrome for those who once lived there. No matter what, you feel drawn back to the area or to people who were there with you or had lived there too. I've visited that place twice since we moved away.

I know I'm making it seem like there was a major disaster there, rather than just a bit of flooding, but it feels like a big deal to me. I'm sure everyone will be back on their feet in no time.

Here is some of the damage, pics from their Facebook page.

on a much happier note, one of my close friends (who went to school with me and lived in the desert army post as well) recently got married! She is the first of "our group" to tie the knot!!! So, congratulations Mei Mei!