My Dear L.A.

Fuuuuuuuuck. Watching these fires from Vancouver made me realize how much I’m an outsider to my home town now. I’ve been watching the news live like anyone outside the L.A. area would. I’d been around for all the previous fires, earthquakes, landslides, natural disasters but this one made me really feel the distance and time. There’s nothing I can do but watch in horror from afar as friends are evacuated and this time some have lost their homes. I’ve never had friends lose their homes before. Seeing their Instagram posts, or whatever, slowly get more horrific until they had to flee and then a final shot of their return to a burned out home. Devastating. My coordinator had to leave work to get things from her Altadena home and find a place to stay but she was a lucky one.
Describing the small amount of things people could take with them was heartbreaking and all I can do is watch. It was the same when my parents evacuated the Fallbrook fires in 2017. Very fortunate outcome from that but I could only sit and wait for updates and couldn’t help. One thing I heard over and over is most people grabbed their passports and important documents first before prioritizing personal items or photos. I do have that sorted in case of a fire. Important documents, 1 camera, and the three hard drive arrays with all my photos on them. They’re all within 3 feet of each other so it’s a quick job. Considering the building outside my window lost 4 apartments to fire a few months ago I’m ready and organized and have a good reminder staring me in the face looking at those apartments. This is all well and good having worked from home the past 5 years but now that I’m heading back to the office in a couple weeks I won’t be able to grab anything. Fire talk is not fun. Every single person I know or have known in L.A. has been affected in some way by these fires and I’ve thought about them all this week. Some I can check on some I can’t. Driving around L.A. this past summer was surreal, so much has changed and so much just the same. It’s been a decade since I left. A decade. A freaking decade. I miss home. Hugs to all.
So, the van. The now iconic surviving van. That’s a 1977 Volkswagen Bus in New Reef Blue. Exactly like the one we had growing up! I loved that thing. I even drove it for a bit when I got my license. It did drive like a bus with its flat steering wheel and long stick shift. After buying it in 1977 we drove across the United States in it all the way to Boston. Threw some fake tea off the USS Constitution in Boston Harbor and then drove back. It was great. My mom even made curtains for it. Because that’s just what you did. I remember driving through Manhattan in it thinking oh boy us Californians have arrived. Good on ya little blue van, you must have been very frightened.