Briefly speaking to my mom about the orange foggy skies of New York City reminded me of how far I truly am from home. Texting my partner in Buffalo about the Canadian wildfires left me worried. Hearing about the masks coming out of drawers and back closets to protect people from the worst air quality in 20 years. It’s contradicting to think about how far I am from home while this smoke seamlessly travels thousands of miles across states. The earth continues to swing the pendulum of nature, each disaster appearing more dramatic than the last. We’re all trying to reach an equilibrium, just as the world around us adapts.
It must be really difficult being away from your family while they’re dealing with this! I’m so sorry