Last Thursday, Anchorage, Alaska, experienced a 6.2 magnitude earthquake that shook the city’s buildings and residents. As a native Ohioan, it took me a moment to figure out what was happening and how to react.
I first remember hearing about ocean gyres vaguely on television while I was still in high school, half-watching the evening national news in my parents’ house. I mostly remember seeing an astonishingly large amount of small, everyday plastic products washed up on some remote Hawaiian shore.
I moved to Alaska about four weeks ago without much of a plan. Here is a non-comprehensive list of things I have noticed or observed about my time in The Last Frontier.
I have been job searching in the Midwest for almost a year and a half. With varying degrees of seriousness and intensity, because job searching makes me want to bludgeon other people or myself, and it’s best for my mental health to take breaks sometimes.