I love living in the Southeast, never really want to leave and if I ever do I will return as soon as possible.
However, tornadoes are absolutely the worst part of living here. It's hard to describe just how terrifying it is, having to pack a few bags and flee to your grandma's basement, knowing that you or your town could be the next to get hit, knowing that whatever you managed to pack in your bag may end up being all that you have by the end of the storm. Those
sirens. When I eventually (hopefully) am able to buy a home, it MUST have a basement. I don't care if it's leaky or has a dirt floor. I HAVE to have a basement.
I was in elementary during the
April 2011 mass outbreak event, and a neighboring town is one that was essentially flattened. Years later I got to meet people my age from that town through school activities and I heard their stories. Can you imagine being part of a search and rescue party at 12 years old and finding one of your teachers impaled on a tree? That was a major event, so based on predictions we knew we were going to have tornadoes, just not THAT major (IIRC). So as a result, my school released early last minute as the skies started going back and the wind picked up. I saw a huge garbage can fly around in the air through a window.