Thursday, February 19th, 2015 8:50 am

       Yesterday was once again a routinely sleepless night for me. I tossed and turned, even tried walking in the limited space in our room. Why was it becoming so hard to sleep? Was it the constant nightmares that kept coming to me? How much did I actually miss my old life? Similar thoughts flooded my mind throughout the next two dark and cold hours.

      I wanted to relieve, to at least be able to picture everything that was taken away from me, my neighbors, San Francisco… I spotted my aged bag in a corner, another piece of my past. Would there be something to me of how at least the city used to look like before the earthquake hidden in a remote place inside the bag? Curiosity consumed me and I got up to get the forgotten item.

      A nostalgic sigh left my lips as I spread the contents of the bag on the floor; nothing caught my attention except for my unused phone. It had not been necessary to use it after the earthquake and I had failed to recall its existence, but right now this was the only way to see everything once again.

     I rummaged through the bag and found the charger in one of the many pockets it has inside. The phone was plugged and it turned on again, after almost a month of being abandoned. I made my way to the pictures immediately; our house, Piper and Thomas, the city, the undisturbed beach, the San Francisco Bridge…

      You are probably wondering what it all looked like if you have not been to San Francisco, or maybe you are reading the blog and want, just as me, to remember. Go ahead and take a peak, just consider that the bridge is no longer there anymore, and will probably never be.