The week of October 2nd in Isabela, Puerto Rico, was completely about trying to get communication. I had already gone two weeks without being able to contact anyone. I hadn’t been online or spoken on the phone with the outside world a single time. Meanwhile, my husband had gone out of his way to make sure that he had communicated. He would stand in line for hours to wait for a minimum amount of gas so that he could drive to wherever he could get a signal. Continue reading →
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The week of September 25th was all about rediscovery and refocusing. With the storm long gone, it was time to start getting back to some sort of routine and figuring out what our new life here was going to look like. Our luxurious life in a gated community on the beach was no longer available. The very gates themselves were gone. Continue reading →
I heard through the grapevine (namely when they prayed at church) that Maria was looming, but the week started out normal enough. It didn’t take long to realize the widespread panic and fear that was setting in across the island. Pierre told me that while I was out with the kids, the Mayor of Isabela was driving around in one of those speaker cars warning everyone. Grocery stores were again filled to the brim with people stocking up on water and canned goods. Meanwhile, I was once again refusing to accept the reports and going about my days as usual. Continue reading →
On May the Fourth be with You of this year, I arrived home from a wonderful vacation to Puerto Rico with my whole family. It was the first time our children joined Pierre and me in this yearly excursion. Normally I would’ve arrived home feeling all, “Home Sweet Home!” Not this time.
I got off the airplane in NYC and the cold blast of air hit me. It’ll be months before I see a beach around here again. It didn’t take long to be reminded that we were right back in the thick of the hustle, bustle, and grind. We stepped into the terminal and saw rows and rows of people on their phones and IPads as far as the eye could see. All the airport billboards and advertisements said Work Hard, Conference Rooms Available, Find Your Happy Place (referring to faster internet speeds). Crowds of people rushing by. $140 Uber, people yelling obscenities from cars, traffic for miles, ordering dinner on my GrubHub app during my ride home.
I’m a born and raised Long Islander. I lived in NYC for a time. These things weren’t upsetting in and of themselves. The issue was the sharp contrast it presented with a decision I thought we had made. Continue reading →