Did I ever mention that Marc and I almost bought a beach house earlier this year? Some friends in Houston were considering selling their beach house on the Bolivar Peninsula (right next to Galveston).
Long story short: we didn't buy the house.
With that said, one concern when we were considering the purchase was the potential for a big storm. After all, the biggest natural disaster in American history happened when a hurricane hit Galveston.
We would have fully insured the house, but no one wants to have a house destroyed. Sitting here tonight, it's hard not think how we would be feeling if we had bought the house and were watching this...
Of course, we're worried about our friends in Houston. They've been through these things before, so they know what to do, but it's still scary.
As for their beach house, the threat is something they're used to. They even have pre-cut boards for the windows, and I'm sure Steve went and put them on by now. By this point, they should be going somewhere safe, and that is the main thing. But I still wonder what things would be like if we had to wonder what was happening to a house we owned that's sitting in the path of a giant storm. "It's just a house" is easy to say.