SH SH SHAKE My brother sent me this photo after a magnitude 7.1 earthquake hit southcentral Alaska over the weekend. I was in bed when it hit, and I was jolted wide awake. Living on the Pacific “Ring of Fire,” I’m used to earthquakes — big and small. However, this one lasted quite a long time, longer than I remember any earthquake. We did have a small one a couple weeks back, it was really small and I only swayed back and forth in my chair while I was sitting at my desk. I do remember being in an earthquake after-hours at my old job, on the 19th floor of the 3rd tallest building in the city. That was an experience. I’m just glad that after all of this, everyone is safe. Although, I can’t help but think that we’ve just had too many earthquakes these past few years. It sort of scares me, even if I feel totally prepared for them.
So many times I’ve said that I would blog while I’m traveling. Or, I’d blog as soon as I get back. I’m not very good at either. I actually am no good at all. I often recount my travels weeks after I’ve come home, sometimes even months! I think most of this is because as soon as I land somewhere, I want to be completely immersed in the experience. So I put down my phone, don’t worry about documenting everything, and just ride it out. But I’ve come to a realization that it really is important to document the people and places I’ve seen. It soothes the travel bug just a little bit and takes me back to a happy place. In the next few weeks (give or take), I’ll be taking a trip back down memory lane to recount my steps around the world. First stop: Ilocos Sur, Philippines!
I didn’t know how to lead into my posts for this last trip. Maybe this is the only one that’s needed because it sums up how it’s felt these past few weeks being back home. So, I’m going super #senti on this post. Towards the end of our trip, my mom took me to the house we lived in 20 years ago. It is the same house my dad grew up in; where my grandparents raised their 8 children. I remember having an adventurous childhood on its grounds. I don’t really think I had a choice. It was the 90s, there was no internet, and we were in borderline rural Philippines. When my mom suggested we go visit our old place, see our old neighbors, I was all for it. But I didn’t anticipate what I would see.