Everything’s the same, only it’s different this time
Wiser – maybe – but last night’s hurricane party was unlike any other – it was solemn, sad, anxious – and I had to take an Atavan to sleep. This morning, everyone is heading out of town. We’re driving to Atlanta as soon as we board up the house and pack. The boys are going to try to get on their 4PM flight. We’re convoying with friends and animals headed to Alabama and Atlanta.
Our nerves are frayed – our hearts are heavy – it is with great reluctance that we leave our city and head north.
Each one of us hugged goodbye last night with one thought darkening our mind – will we have a home to come back to?
August 31st, 2008 at 3:44 pm
Rachel and T — I’m so sorry you’ve found yourselves in this position. The decision to leave is personal and very complicated. Having ridden out or fled many storms before I moved to NYC, I know how hard it is to leave. I will be praying for you and your loved ones and our beloved city as well as for my dad and his neighbors in Slidell who have decided at their age they’d rather die at home than homesick in some far flung city like so many of their friends who left during Katrina.
I know you ladies and your animals will be back, stronger than before — best of luck in the coming weeks — D
September 2nd, 2008 at 11:33 am
Thanks so much!