I’ve mentioned it before, but I live in Hawaii. And while it may seem like I’m bragging, that’s the last thing I want to do right now. I live 22 miles away from where 10 lava fissures have cracked open the roads and erupted, prompting evacuation from the area and a closure of the volcano national park. I live in constant fear of a fissure opening any closer to my home, or to any of my friends homes. I physically shake with terror that at times I can’t tell if there’s an earthquake or it’s just me shaking. I go to school and am told everything’s fine as a 6.9 magnitude quake shakes us all, the water lapping out of the pool where they have gathered us, the roof above the bleachers shaking so violently. My friend shaking and sobbing in my arms because her dad isn’t responding and her mind is thinking of all the worst scenarios. Our school ripped apart, buildings with visible cracks on the floors and walls, roofs caved in, but it’s all fine because civil defense can’t contact the school right now, a new eruption is occurring. It’s fine because we don’t know it’s a 6.9 until almost an hour later because some of their equipment was down and they hade to get it running again. Finding out that it wasn’t just a 6.9, but rather a 6.9, followed by 4 more earthquakes ranging from 4-5 magnitude and that’s why it’s just kept on shaking for so long.
So yeah, I’m trying to update, but I have a lot to deal with right now.