wondering wanderer

Has the urge for a whole new wardrobe! I hate being a broke, responsible adult!

so after about a month of masterly hidden depression i believe i am back to my old self.

i was so tired of this city. tired of the ignorance of the people in it. tired of everyone taking advantage of those with good hearts. tired of locking things for fear of it getting stolen. tired of the filth and pot holes.

i was only seeing the terrible things in this city (and believe me, there are things going on here that would be appalling to most people).

however, after a week of great volunteers in town i finally remembered why i am here. why ive wanted to be here for as long as i can remember. and why katrina was the push i needed to get here.

it is a beautiful city. so much history. so much fun. so much love. and mostly such a huge will to survive.

not to mention that i live in a beautiful neighborhood ( long walks at night at bayou st john is really what will brighten anyones moods). in my beautiful apartment. with my crazy spastic dog and my wonderful wonderful fiance who supports everything that i do with out question.

so i really dont know what i was so depressed about.

i think a little hole of sadness opens up one day for one thing or another and we just allow this tiny insignificant thing to grow and envelope our every waking moment and finally one day a strong gust of wind comes and blows the fog away.

at least i hope that gust come. :-)

another oil rig explosion. hurricanes on the way. decadence this weekend. new orleans might not live to see another month.

i should probably do take all those pictures i’ve been meaning to take for the last two years.