Ways that I did not want to experience adventure in my life

  • Having a pane of Soviet-grade glass fall on my head when I was 3
  • Getting lost in my neighborhood in the dark when I was 8 and coming home, crying, to have my mom lecture me about rapists. Of course, there is no such thing as sex in Russia, so it wasn’t really rapists, but “Bad People.”
  • Getting into a near-fatal car accident with Mr. B. We were both unharmed, the car was totalled.
  • Working an internship in a country that went to war.  I was at the beach.
  • Same country.  God screws me over.
  • Falling off a horse getting ready to go into a gallop.
  • Going to West Philadelphia.
  • Snowmageddon.
  • Experiencing a 5.8-level earthquake on the second day that I chose to work in a 50-story building, on floor 42. If you’ve never experienced an earthquake that high up, it feels like all your paranoia and Russian pessimism have finally been justified.



8 thoughts on “Ways that I did not want to experience adventure in my life

  1. So apparently some folks could feel it here in the Cleve, but I was out in the garden whacking away at a stubborn bush and felt nothing. Except sweaty. And mosquito-bitten.
    Clearly, your pessimism is unwarranted, if you were able to write about the quake afterwards. Hey, it even made for blog fodder!

  2. Before we went to DC last week, my son, who is obsessed with geology, asked if they ever had earthquakes there. And we were all, “Pshaw! Don’t be ridiculous!”
    Glad you’re OK.

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