After 16 years in Los Angeles, a family faces uncertainty due to wildfires

Every day, I get texts asking if I’m okay. Sure, I’m safe, but it’s complicated. I’m not okay in the emotional sense. I came to LA as a hopeful writer, starting in West Hollywood before settling in Burbank for a sense of security. The wide roads, big trees, and great schools made it feel like home.
But the recent fires have changed everything. Last week, we packed essentials as strong winds threatened our neighborhood. We drove away from the smoke, and soon, flames were visible near our house. It’s scary not knowing when the fires will stop. Friends have lost their homes, and my kids can’t even play outside because of the smoke.
I don’t want to live in fear every year, wondering if our home will be next. LA is where I started my writing career, and my husband works in TV here. Our lives are tied to this city. I’ve joked with my husband about moving, but it’s a serious thought. I’ve even looked at homes in North Carolina, where my best friend lives.
But then reality hits. How would we make a living there? There aren’t many TV jobs, and I’d need a solid job to support us. The idea of moving is tempting, but it feels impossible financially. Plus, I can’t picture living anywhere else. We love LA—beaches, pools, and all.
This morning, as I made my daughter’s bed, I felt grateful for what we have. Each day is a mix of thankfulness and the fear of losing it all. I wonder if we’ll be as lucky next time.