As I look around the apartment, I'm hard-pressed to find anything that wasn't acquired here, that dates back to my life in New Orleans and other cities. When Sam and I arrived here, three years ago today, six weeks after our wedding, it was with just a few suitcases and boxes. We left most of our belongings at my parents' house, with the idea that we'd be gone for only a couple of years. Every spring, I would think, "If we can just make it through this year's hurricane/flooding season...." On this most recent visit there, I didn't even bother to go through my things to see if there was anything I wanted to bring back, thinking I would be reunited with them soon enough. I guess the soon enough wasn't soon enough.
But just now, as I got some ice from the freezer, my eyes fell upon a bag of coffee from PJ's, a New Orleans business I grew up with. Even though I'm not drinking coffee these days, it's comforting knowing it's there. And it's made all the more (bitter)sweet thinking about the fact that it was given to us by my brother when he was working at one of the cafes, which is likely now flooded.
Posted by Shokufeh at August 31, 2005 11:17 PMThings from home would be so comforting now... I think the only things I now possess are stuffed into my backpack here in India. I wonder if the looters are going to appreciate my impressive collection of Mexican wrestling figures.
Posted by: Jennifer at September 1, 2005 06:49 AMi can barely imagine how hard it must be to know that your possessions are lost. but take comfort that your loved ones are well. sometimes, no matter how hard, we have to see the brighter side of things.
Posted by: stef at September 1, 2005 12:12 PMwell, we just know that who (if not what) surround you are safe and unpredentedly tested. more to brighten their lustre.
Posted by: vernyce at September 1, 2005 01:03 PM