Katrina.  Two years.  I couldn’t really face it today.  I avoided the news and the radio.  I just didn’t feel like facing it.  I didn’t need to.  We’ve faced it every day for the last two years, so today can serve as a reminder for those who didn’t live it or for those who lost someone close to them.  Maybe it’s selfish, but I’m ready to move on.  And then when the house was quiet today I found my mind wandering and remembering what it felt like, that panic in my gut, watching a Category 5 storm barrel toward your loved ones and your home.  I still remember the look of panic and worry in my husbands eyes, I hope I never see that again.  The not knowing, the uncertainty and then the devastation of knowing.  What a journey.  I thought about posting a few pictures of our home the way we found it 2 months after the storm, but I just can’t do it. 

I know we’ve started to get "the look".  The one locals give you when they find out you are moving out of state.  It’s a look of disappointment in you, of abandonment.  Mostly because they’ve already seen so many people go.  I know we are making the right decision for us as a family, and as part of our community, we did the right thing by rebuilding our home, to help our community, to not leave it blighted.  Jason was talking with Ty the other day about how weird it will be to live somewhere that the people aren’t consumed by Katrina, they will talk about other things on tv and on the radio, even in school.  People won’t live in FEMA trailers or probably even know what the LRA is.  It will be a whole new mindset from what we’ve been living for the last 2 years, I don’t think even we realize how consuming it is.  It’s a new normal that will be recreated once we move away.