So the Morton Salt slogan is "When it rains, it pours[.]" and that is exactly what we have had to live through for the past few weeks.
If you don't know already, Iowa has experienced some extreme flooding and Sterling and I have been able to enjoy it firsthand. On June 13th Sterling and I evacuated our apartment and literally headed for higher ground.
The Iowa River (one block east of our apartment complex) and Clear Creek (one block south of our apartment complex) were both rising quickly causing a little anxiety for Sterling. I, on the other hand, remained calm and tried to ease his anxieties by attempting to convince him that it was not going to affect us and if it did we shouldn't worry because none of our possessions were all that precious. My efforts were in vain because Sterling knew that there was a reason to worry and I was living in denial.
As the flooding continued it was apparent that our apartment and our belongings were in danger. When Sterling came home from work that day our street was almost completely filled with water and as far as we could tell the city would be denying access to our street sooner than later. At about 7:30 pm we went outside to check on the flooding and decided that it would be wise if we moved our car to an apartment complex behind us which is set on a hill. Within minutes of our decision to move the car to a safe location our road was closed.
This would make it difficult (but not impossible) to evacuate if needed. We went back into the apartment and immediately started packing our belongings and discussing what we would save if it came to an immediate evacuation. We moved everything to the counter tops or to the highest shelf possible in each of the rooms. Sterling was making telephone calls to people in the ward in order to find help with moving our couches and beds which were not going to fit on the counter top. By the time Sterling had made arrangements to move our larger pieces of furniture the drizzling rain had turned into torrential downpour and all of his efforts had been foiled. We would have to wait until the morning to move.
It is amazing how quickly we packed up our home. We started packing at 8:30 pm and by 12:30 am we were finished. Please note that at least one half hour was designated to Sterling trying to console me during my breakdown when the reality of the situation set in. It turns out that I am a little more attached to our belongings than I thought. I was trying to save so many things that I am sure Sterling considered ridiculous but he never complained or laughed at me and I am grateful for that.
The next morning the moving crew (Steve Courtright and Ben Robbins) arrived at 8:30 and the evacuation began. We had carry everything to a parking lot behind our complex. It made moving less pleasurable than most moving experiences (which aren't fun to begin with) but well worth it. At first we were just going to move our couches and beds but in the end we moved almost everything we own. All of it isn't worth much monetarily but the memories associated with our belongings are priceless.
Since the evacuation we have moved three different times. In fact our friend Ben saw us moving the other day and said, "Hurry grab the next available apartment before the music stops." Musical apartments is not as fun as it sounds. It consists of living out of a suitcase, carrying all of your dirty laundry in the one laundry basket you decided to bring along, transporting your "necessary" foods from refrigerator to refrigerator, doing laundry whenever the five outfits you packed are soiled and sleeping on the couch or the floor depending on whether or not the both of you are home at the same time.
All in all our experience seems like a vacation gone horribly wrong. We get the pleasure of living out of suitcases but we still have to go to work.