I will re-use the title from my last post from NOLA 6. The Road Home. A federal program to get people back to their homes in NOLA (but I won't get into the politics of that program). Today is our road home.
At 5:30 this morning, there were two people down in the RE classrooms working away, trying to finish up a couple of projects. Diehards! I suspect that we may have to pry them away from this place.
We had dinner at Ifama's last night. She looks so much better than she did a year ago! She has put on some of the weight she had lost and her color was much better. Her sister Lydia made us green salad, potato salad, rice, gumbo and fish/veggies. Of course, her famous cakes that she loves so much (via Sam's Club).
It was a late night for us after a hard day's work, but it was worth it to see Ifama. I told her that being there was like being home. We have such a personal connection to her home. It was my first NOLA trip. George's Hall brought back so many memories.
This morning, the dining hall is a buzz with people chatting about the NOLA memories, along with chatter about the last few chores cleaning up behind us.
We are looking forward to coming home. We won't be hitting the Ibuprofen bottle so hard, and will be able to sleep in our own beds. We'll be showering indoors. Cooking for ourselves. Making our own lunches. Back to friends and family.
However, we know what it means to miss New Orleans. Most of us will be back, and hope that you can come, too. This is a special place.
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