Thursday, September 01, 2005
2,000 feet above sea level is feeling like about 2,005 feet in the right direction right about now. From what they just showed on CNN, the house I left behind is at least partially underwater and the neighborhood is definitely flooded. The irony to this is that after nearly a month in town, I had finally found a more permanent accomodation, literally, the night before I left. Now I'm homeless and on the road with Pat Jolly's dog and van, but with basically no place to go.
I'm ready to go back though. In a little less than a month, New Orleans has become my city, my home, and I feel lost and confused without her. I'm a New Orleans resident... temporarily in exile.