Huh. I just realized, thanks to
kevinpease making a comment that linked back to the entry about my last normal day in New Orleans. It's a year since Katrina hit the city. Right after I moved there.
My mom and I left the city
on the morning of the 27th. On the 29th - a year and a day ago -
the storm hit land again, after having ripped through Florida and meandered aimlessly in the Gulf, getting frighteningly large. The eye went right over New Orleans.
Enough levees broke that most of the city became part of Lake Ponchatrain for a while.
A year ago today, we were alighting in Lafayette, where I spent a week and a half, and my mother spent two or three weeks.
Sunday after next will be the tenth. The anniversary of
when I got to Boston and moved in with Rik, Kin, and Julia. Later Cyn would move in, and then Julia and Cyn would move out, leaving just me and the two people I could definitely call my lovers by then.
It's been a year.
It went as well as I could hope it would. I was lucky; I was about to start doing freelance work for American Greetings when I moved home, and I've been doing that sporadically through the whole year. I could have been luckier - if I and my stuff had all arrived a little earlier, it would've been mostly safe in my mother's second-story apartment, instead of in a shipping container in a flooded warehouse. But nobody I know died in the storm, either.
The city's still a mess, last I was there. There's rebuilding but it's slow. There's still junk everywhere. I heard a second-hand story today that State Farm was discovered to have double books on tons of claims: the hidden ones saying things were ruined by wind damage, and the public ones saying things were lost to the floods - guess which they wouldn't pay out for? International aid was rejected, domestic aid was slow and mostly seems to have gone to graft, from what I hear.
I might still be living with my mother if Katrina hadn't chased me up to Boston. I can't say it was all bad. I've been really happy with how the relationship turned out. But I'd have rather gotten up here in a different way.