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athenePut yourself on my map. Google is way too much fun.
Or see how there was/is about 6-8ft of water in my mom's neighbourhood here. Zoom in around Tulane. Then find the area around S. Claibourne, Napleon, Fontainbleau, and Nashville. Click in that area for water depth.
Aerith and I are going to upstate NY this weekend to see my mom (who is staying with a friend).
I realized today that what I'm going through isn't like greaving for someone who's dead. It's like having somone you love go MIA. You hear rumors and you're crushed, and then you hear something else and you have hope again and then another crushing rumor. There's no way of knowing until your loved one is found (either dead or alive) and everyone keeps asking you how you're holding up, every time reminding you that your loved one may be out there, or may be gone. And it cuts. deep.
That's what it means to miss New Orleans.
Or see how there was/is about 6-8ft of water in my mom's neighbourhood here. Zoom in around Tulane. Then find the area around S. Claibourne, Napleon, Fontainbleau, and Nashville. Click in that area for water depth.
Aerith and I are going to upstate NY this weekend to see my mom (who is staying with a friend).
I realized today that what I'm going through isn't like greaving for someone who's dead. It's like having somone you love go MIA. You hear rumors and you're crushed, and then you hear something else and you have hope again and then another crushing rumor. There's no way of knowing until your loved one is found (either dead or alive) and everyone keeps asking you how you're holding up, every time reminding you that your loved one may be out there, or may be gone. And it cuts. deep.
That's what it means to miss New Orleans.
