There's No Place That's Home - Sarah
I've been so damn busy. We're leaving the condo this week, heading back to New Orleans to deal with more house stuff and to see if Chorus can get pregnant. We'll get to have one more Mardi Gras which will be both comforting and strange I guess.
Being in New Orleans for a whole month seems like a long stretch of barren time. A lot of the places we used to go and things we used to do aren't there anymore, and what is there is so different. Being in New Orleans is like living in a Surrealist's world. Everything is not quite right. I know we'll have a lot of visiting to do and some places people want to see, but it still feels like going home to the moon.
After New Orleans, we're heading up to Boston to do a bead show and then over to Connecticut to look into housing, really to try to get an apartment. (Read: Yet another temporary place.) After that it's a run of shows and side trips and then back to the apartment. I don't know how long it'll be before we can get a house. I just want a home. I want the insurance company to settle and give us the money they us. I want to be able to have a place that belongs to us. I want to tell the kids: "This is our house."
Now I'm sitting here crying. This is all magnified because I'm going to bleed any day now. I'm tired of being homeless, and I'm tired of Katrina. I want my life back.
-Sarah
Being in New Orleans for a whole month seems like a long stretch of barren time. A lot of the places we used to go and things we used to do aren't there anymore, and what is there is so different. Being in New Orleans is like living in a Surrealist's world. Everything is not quite right. I know we'll have a lot of visiting to do and some places people want to see, but it still feels like going home to the moon.
After New Orleans, we're heading up to Boston to do a bead show and then over to Connecticut to look into housing, really to try to get an apartment. (Read: Yet another temporary place.) After that it's a run of shows and side trips and then back to the apartment. I don't know how long it'll be before we can get a house. I just want a home. I want the insurance company to settle and give us the money they us. I want to be able to have a place that belongs to us. I want to tell the kids: "This is our house."
Now I'm sitting here crying. This is all magnified because I'm going to bleed any day now. I'm tired of being homeless, and I'm tired of Katrina. I want my life back.
-Sarah