the official shelter for porter ranch residents is the “shepard of the hills” church which is just across the street and south-west a hop skip and jump so me and OJ decided to leave Yong’s house to come home. When we left, we only had a laptop and our cell phones, cha cha and our car keys. Romik told me that they are letting residents walk up to their homes, but not drive their cars. So here we are. Home. As we walked up to the house, I could see those who did not evacuate looking out of their windows at the surrounding flames, and no lie, I’m kind of too nervous to even accept attempting to sleep tonight.
thanks to everyone who opened their homes to us. I’m about to go water down my infamous patio in the hopes that the flying embers don’t make themselves at home anywhere near here.
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