The Quake that is Shaking My Life
First of all, I am safe. Nothing in my apartment in Quito has been damaged. I haven't lost access to clean water, electricity, or food. The roads are all good. But, again, this is in Quito. In Canoa, December 2014 I am nearing the end of my second year in Ecuador , a place that I have been comfortably calling my home for quite a while now. This may seem like not a big deal to you, but for me it is. Since my parents officially proceeded with their divorce in 2003, I have lived in fourteen houses, apartments, dorms, duplexes... Whatever. Eleven of those were between 2003 and early 2011. These are places I lived at for at least six months, and it doesn't include the countless other couches I've slept on in between, while I waited to move into the next one. In my final apartment in Milwaukee, on Marshall Street, didn't feel like home until my third year living there. For me to instinctly call Ecuador my home is a big deal for me. Zumbahua, April 2015 Ecuador...