Being a ‘blogger’ I know I should be moved to post a long entry about how it’s been exactly two years since the windy/floody thing, punctuated with a few witty comments illustrating how so much has changed yet everything is the still the same, but I’ll spare you.
As I sit here at my desk typing this from work, filling out the final packet of paperwork for Mental Health assistance, the last thing I want to do is reflect on the last two years. While I’ve made many new friends whom I’ll cherish, friends were also lost to drug overdoses and suicide; friends of friends have been harassed, beaten and even worse, killed.
I can however, now say that I’m one degree of separation away from a woman who was eaten by her boyfriend.
For all the supposed ‘progress’ I’ve seen in a select few individuals’ situations, things are still looking grim for New Orleans as a collective. Our leadership on the local, state and federal levels continues to fall short and it’s business as usual for the criminals on the street and in office. We used to at least function as a community despite the bullshit that surrounded us, I’m not so sure that’s still the case.
I was unmotivated but content before the storm. I’m paralyzed with indecision after.
Happy two year anniversary.
