I wanted so badly to throw myself into it all tonight, to lose myself in pride in my country, my party, and my candidate, and to some extent, I did. I DVR'd Obama's speech and even shed a few tears into my beer while watching. But the reality is that I missed it live because I was at the grocery store stocking up on bread and peanut butter, gallons of water, and toilet paper in preparation for the six people and six dogs who will be evacuating to my house this weekend, and I found my mind drifitng from Obama's powerful message of change for the American people to worries of what my life, or my parents' lives, may be like a week from now. Tomorrow's the third anniversary of Katrina, and I'm preparing myself emotionally for it to happen all over again.

 

In 2005, Best Friend Roommate and I had five extra people in our two bedroom apartment, staying various lengths of time ranging from two weeks to several months. If my family or Nick's can go home after a few days this time, it'll be a pleasant surprise. This time I'm ready for my life to be turned upside down, and if it doesn't that'll be gravy.