Can we ever get back to "normal"?

Monday will be four weeks since Hurricane Sandy rolled into town.  And I can still smell it.  The smell of wet.  The smell of sewage.  The smell of trash.  The smell of rotten food.  The smell of baby albums trying to dry without taking the memories away with them.  Perhaps its the smell of fear that still surrounds me.  The fact that Joe can no longer sleep in his bed for fear that the rest of the shingles next to his window will blow off.  James still sleeps with a flashlight in his hand every night and carries it with him every day.  While I no longer sleep with my rosary beads in hand, the way I did that horrible night, I really dont sleep at all.  I remember that night like it was last night.  I cant shake the images and sounds of what Sandy brought into my mind.  As I shop for new appliances Im still fearful it will happen again.   I think everyone is, whether they say it or not.  How can we move on?  Perhaps to move away is the only way to move on.   Its funny when you leave our neighborhood how untouched others are by our tragedy.  And yet we are reminded of it every time we drive down our block with our neighbors most valued possessions thrown in the street for trash collection.  Another image which I just cant seem to escape.  We may not have been victims but I certainly feel victimized.  Hopefully the new year will bring back the good old days.