I ran myself into the ground, and haven’t really written much about the move here because it’s been nonstop firefighting everything, even simple things have to be hard, and of course I’m sick. Every day trying to learn new things in a new environment, every weekend buying things for the new place and not getting back until the sun goes down.
So I decided today I would take a break and walk to breakfast with mom and go to the market and see water. Something felt off, like there was some dejavu and heavy concern, it was way windier than I had expected, and it’s been overcast but these clouds were so dark and it was sprinkling off and on. Then I remembered the dream I had a while back when mom was driving my car and water filled the streets and she exhaled before I woke up, so I can only imagine she drowned. I had this dream a year and a month ago. I remembered this dream standing next to my mother on 2nd Avenue and Pine, in the rain, while looking at the water. What timing. And all of a sudden that insane dream felt too real.
Ive been thinking more about earthquakes because everyone’s saying how it’s overdue here. My friend who also lives here happened to be visiting home in New Zeland when that huge earthquake hit. It was bad, I saw an article that said there were 17,000 aftershocks. And then poor Japan was hit with an earthquake in Fukushima again! I know earthquakes happen all the time and aren’t usually noticeable unless you look them up, but these are major. And then Japan and the pacific islands had tsunami warnings, and I understand the water I’m looking at is the sound and it’s not directly the ocean, but water could flood the channel from the pacific into the sound and that could be bad. I read another thing that if you’re within 2 miles of the water it’s best to move to higher ground. So I Google mapped it and I’m less than a mile and a half from water. I hate that dream. I hate that feeling standing on 2nd avenue.