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We are home!

It feels so good to be home that I hardly have words to describe it. We love this house, we love this neighborhood, and yes, problems and craziness and poor government and everything else, we love New Orleans. I love this antique, leaky, airy old house and am so happy to be back within it.

As for the rest of the city… I honestly do not know what to say. We came in over the I-10 bridge (one side of which is newly opened) and gawked at the sister span where every connection between the sections was busted or uneven. Airal photographs may capture the situation, but no nothing to represent how incredible it is to see. East New Orleans is simply gone. I cannot imagine what will be done with these huge neighbors — street after street of devistation: grocery store, homes, shopping malls, everything flooded and destroyed by winds. I’m not sure what else I can say to describe it.

Seeing our neighborhood, rough on the edges as it is, has given us faith in the city and in our futures here. We are so happy to be home.