I’m sure you’ve heard by now, but my motherland has just been violated by two back to back superstorms, Irma and María. We just narrowly avoided getting combed through by José.

Being an expatriate watching it all happen from the outside is painful. When Irma hit, Mom was back there and I was rendered useless for the entire day. I would obsessively refresh through the hurricane trackers and google news. Work wasn’t happening, and neither was my peace of mind. I wasn’t at peace the whole time we were incommunicado. The stress of wanting to be there to accompany my family through the monster storm was overwhelming and honestly rather crippling.

As if by a cruel twist of fate, she gathered her things and left with me on vacation. The trip to Marrakech was really long, but it gave us time to catch up on the details of what had just happened. As we were on our second day in Marrakech and scouting the new city, we ended up sitting at a Starbucks having anxiety attacks. Hurricane María was combing through Puerto Rico and we had no clue what would become of the house I grew up in. Since we were not expecting the storm before the vacation, the house was left with no protection. We felt a cold shower of fear drape all around us.

The next few days were one painful assault after the other. As it turns out, María completely devastated my island. We find ourselves in a state of emergency as a declared disaster zone, and we are now at the mercy of the rest of the world to send in supplies and donations to help us out. Our beautiful trees and palm trees have been stripped of their leaves or torn out of their resting places, light posts have also fallen and caused much damage. I fear for our local green parrots, highlight of my mornings and afternoons, 90 of which were rescued.

We are estimated to be left without power or water for 6-7 months. 

Life after a hurricane is no easy feat. I worry about everybody I've ever known, for their safety from desperate burglars forcing their needs to be prioritized at gunpoint. Hospitals have been robbed of their gasoline. Pitbull enlists his personal asset to fly cancer patients out of the country while the President stumbles over his ability to aid the American citizens in dire need. Food spoils and people face the risk of starvation. What a nightmare. My people are in need. Everyone faces mortal peril. My heart weeps for my motherland.

Thank you to all those of you extending your warmth, expressing your concern and reaching out to help directly. I can't begin to express how much it means to me!

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