Yesterday I set out for an after-work run (I am so not a before-work runner if I can avoid it) and approximately a mile in found myself stuck in a torrential downpour. For forty minutes I sat, curled up, under a bridge of Falls Road waiting out the storm. It was both wonderful and terrifying. Wind blew the rain in all directions, I was soaked and freezing and covered in mosquitos, but yet- a storm. Maybe it has something to do with growing up a beach girl, but I love a good storm. I respect and fear the weather, but also admire it. Sitting on the back porch of the swamp house watching a thunderstorm roll in is one of my favorite things. It’s also one of the main reasons I hope we end up on the coast. We’ll need hurricane insurance but we’ll always have something to watch.