déjà vu

Four years ago - the third week of October:

The Red Sox were in the ALCS.

Wild fires were out-of-control and scorching much of San Diego County.

The air quality was terrible and flames could be seen in the nearby mountains.

Our neighborhood was under "voluntary" evacuation.

We had received our first negative result from IVF and while our neighbors packed up their belongings and fled the area, I sat at home on the couch watching the news, drinking beer and crying.

Charlie was freaking out that we need to leave.

I wouldn't budge. I honestly didn't care.

Now...

The Red Sox are in the ALCS.

Wild fires are out-of-control and scorching much of San Diego County.

The air quality is terrible and our neighbors reported seeing flames in the nearby mountains.

Our neighborhood isn't yet under evacuation.

Charlie is busily working on a project for work oblivious to the impending danger.

I'm packing up our pictures, clothes, diapers and food supplies and thinking about when we are going to leave, where we are going to go, and how we are going to get there - since many of the roads and highways in Southern California are closed.

The difference between 2003 and now?

Four years.

Four children.

I'll actually care about the World Series this year.

News reports say that these fires will be worse than previously, because of the powerful Santa Ana winds.

Instead of Charlie trying to convince me - I'm trying to convince my husband that we need to drive north. In to Canada. And never look back.