September 08, 2005

a thermos of coffee will fly us home

And i thought things were changing before...
There is no reason for these things. Why did this guy's house stay and the next one get completely obliterated?
I have gotten more panic-y phone calls than i ever wanted to receive in my life this week.
Joel is back at work. He is working with the EOC in Hancock county to aid the emergency workers in getting in and helping people.
I had two jobs, but now I have none. The Pass Christian Library is gone and the Lynn Meadows Discovery Center is still standing, but the first floor is gutted and I am sure the second floor isn't a five star retreat. They are condemning buildings left and right and the huge bulldozer gets ever closer.
I am home, but it isn't really my home. It is a refuge for people who no longer have four walls and a roof.
This was the decision maker, wasn't it?
If you weren't sure about staying, now's the time to get out.
I don't know what I am doing.
I don't know what I am going to do.
I don't know what normal is.
I don't know when I will be able to leave my home town.
I don't know where i would go if I did leave.
Everything seems so nice from inside my bubble.
Wouldn't you like to come in?

Posted by jessab at September 8, 2005 02:09 PM
Comments

Two things since I can't get a hold of you via phone:

1) Take some pictures of Long Beach for me.

2) You should come hang out and get a job for a little while in H-town. If you come, it'll bring my tally of amigos up to three.

Posted by: Robby at September 8, 2005 10:53 PM