Please Forgive Me...
...for item #2 in the last post. I was lost in a fantasy, trying to make more lemonade from all these lemons once again. I have no right to expect some pleasant diversion of life in a lovely place as this tragedy plays itself out. I should not complain about being here, despite how appalled I am about the price-gouging. I admit it- I'm afraid. I am trying to keep it together over here, but I find myself to be a hair's breadth away from tears most of the time. It's easier to find things to be angry about than to ponder the zillion questions I have about how my friends and neighbors who stayed behind are, how our house is, (from the Digital Globe image I pulled off the web, it looks like our street may be flooded after all), what we do next, where we go, and all the other details about how this all plays out. We came here with about 5 days worth of clothing for hot weaher. My car is parked in the $10/day lot at the Jackson, MS airport, a city that also experienced severe damage when Katrina hit it as a category 2 or 3 storm. I'm not sure what the deal is there. I have so many things to figure out.
In an ideal world, I could turn this into something great. I always look at problems as opportunities in disguise and try to extract the best from them, and leave the stuff that doesn't serve my growth behind. When I express a desire for a lovely city with good weather and water nearby, it's just a fantasy and I know it. It's a mental refuge where I can run away from the images of what's going on at home. All that really matters is that we have a roof over our heads in a place that will be kind to my bi-racial son, a wonderful, sensitive boy who has never experienced real, overt racism or thuggery or any other nasty behavior.
Brandy, thanks so much for your offer. We've received a few others as well, one from my ex-husbands ex-girlfriend in Canada, two from friends in south Florida (though I'm a little leary about staying in Hurricane Alley for much longer) and one from a friend in Keswick, Virginia, just outside Charlottesville. The place I choose will be the place that is best for my kids, first and foremost. Hopefully, I'll be able to find some work wherever we go, as well, as money is an issue.
So, again, please forgive me that rediculous foray into the world of best-case fantasy. I was so embarrassed when I read it that I really think I will go back and remove it. Again, sorry. I'm a little out of my mind right now.