In the last two weeks we have experienced a school ‘lock
down’ and an earthquake. We’re not in
Cambridge anymore Toto.
To be the fair the earthquakes measured 3.4 – not exactly
the stuff that will bring down houses.
It moved the sofa by about a 1cm.
And only I (in the Mole family) felt it.
But still.
The lockdown thing was all a storm in a teacup really. Still frightening nonetheless. Reading an email titled ‘URGENT – PLEASE READ
– SCHOOL IN SEMI LOCKDOWN’ is not good for your health.
A quick summary – a death threat was delivered to one of the
Appleseed (preschool that shares it campus with Carden) teachers. This meant the kids spent their day locked in
their classrooms and then the armed police were sent to patrol the area. As soon as the word ‘firearm’ was mentioned
Sophia was out of there so fast her feet didn’t touch the ground. This was on a Friday and we fully intended to
keep her at home until all guns, in the hands of the police or not, had vacated
the premises. Fortunately by Monday normalness
had resumed.
Sophia was totally nonplussed by the whole affair but again
something to remind us of exactly where we’re living. That and Ste’s seeming effort to attend every
American sporting event in the area – the Sharks and the Earthquakes have a
tick. Think it’s the Sabrecats next week
– who??!
You live life so differently as an expat. We had a Brit mum’s night out last week. It was great fun. We are all very different and yet exactly the
same because we live here. Only when
speaking to a British person whilst living in America would you start a
conversation, “so, what’s your life plan?” and then proceed to make a firm
friend in about 5 minutes. And sunshine
or not, there’s no way I would have survived without my wonderful fast
friendships.
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