Don't I look innocent and sweet in that picture? Well, don't let that pic fool you. I have a nasty record of moving or vacationing somewhere just in time for some type of natural or man-made disaster. Some people wonder if I am some sort of harbinger of doom.
My earliest memory of this pattern started with the Olympics in Atlanta. I moved there for the summer to work the Olympics and was supposed to be in Centennial Park when the bombing happened (just like thousands of others). Doesn't sound like a big deal right? The next event occurred when I moved back to NYC on August 6, 2001 - a month before September 11th. The day before September 11th, my sister flew in, and I remember waking up early that next morning even though I was staying home from work, to watch on television the towers fall. This isn't the time to talk about that experience in detail, but it is part of the pattern. In 2003, the biggest power outage to hit the East Coast (aka the Northeast Blackout), caused us New Yorkers to pour out of our offices into the streets and walk over bridges out of Manhattan. Weirdly enough I found my roommate on the Williamsburg bridge among thousands, and we walked the rest of the way to our apt together. In January of 2004, said roommate and I decided to go to Costa Rica. We got caught in the worst flood they had in half a century. We found ourselves on the last van off the Caribbean side of the island with a group of German tourists driving through a banana plantation with water nearly up to the windows of the minivan. If we hadn't gotten back to San Jose that day, we would have been stuck there for 2 weeks. In 2005 I moved to Taiwan to teach English. Experienced a few minor earthquakes, and then bam - one of the biggest typhoons they had in several years swept across the country. We had a washing machine on our back patio in a high rise apt (don't ask), and I watched it slide back and forth across the patio several times. The most awesome part of that experience was walking around the city after the typhoon. The streets were quiet and the pollution was gone.
In late 2006 I moved to Minneapolis. In 2007 the I-35 bridge collapsed. I took that bridge on nights I went to kickboxing and was planning to be on the bridge around the time it collapsed, but we were all forced to work late. I remember getting several calls from family and being annoyed they wouldn't stop calling, when someone finally told us what happened. Fast forward to 2011....I won't really count the Dome collapse or this past winter in Minneapolis as this whole weather year has been berserko everywhere.
But, three weeks ago I blithely drive into PA happy to be back on the East Coast (coincidentally exactly 10 years from the last time I drove into NYC). Not even two weeks in, I'm sitting in my cube and think one of my co-workers is playing a joke on me by taking my cube walls and shaking them. But, alas, no. It's the biggest earthquake to hit the East Coast in decades.
And, now, in the past 20 minutes of writing this I've been watching the Schuylkill River spill over its banks and creep closer toward me. They think its going to rise to 15 feet, a historic level. I think I'm probably going to have to evacuate.
Dame Disaster? Maybe not, but I sure keep my family on their toes. I'm ready to launch a new career at the Weather Channel or FEMA.
Good luck to all that are weathering this storm and are being impacted. Be safe.
Freeing Sisyphus (aka Melody)
Putting the shoulder to the boulder and taking small steps each day to achieve freedom from the mundane.