What Helps You Survive
IN 2012, MY WIFE AND I MOVED our young family out of the big city to a small, old farmhouse that had a barn, a stream, and lots of character. Three weeks later, Superstorm Sandy blew down trees, flooded the stream, and knocked out our power for 11 days. Welcome to life in the country. In the city, we had lived in an eighth-floor apartment where uniformed crews fixed, cleaned, and maintained everything for us. Now we had a well for water and an aging boiler in the basement. (“Character.”) In the aftermath of Sandy, we slept on the livingroom floor by the fireplace. We had just moved, knew no one, still got lost on the way to the gas station. We felt alone. And then: Our new neighbors, Susan and Richard, brought over…