E says
So I told E about the last two weeks and she was like hmmm – ok here is what I want from you, I want you to go home and your homework assignment for the next two weeks is to tell me what the transition is from the feral Rachel to the domestic Rachel. I said, I’ll try.
When a tornado, they don’t name those, is ripping apart maybe the only area that didn’t get hit by Hurricane Katrina, levee break, Hurricane Rita and the like – you have to ask yourself how do you just go on – but really where are you going to run and hide? There is no where to go.
As I told Steve on the phone today when he was talking about what and where he might live or relocate to – I am thoroughly at home here – New Orleans is it – short of living here – I am going to cast myself in the sea – perhaps he understood, perhaps he didn’t. You either feel strongly about a person, place or thing – or you don’t.
I feel that strongly about New Orleans – E would like me to get passed my past and move on – I would like to just enjoy my life here in the Crescent City and perhaps swing from the rafters at whim, but I have no motivation to do otherwise.
S called me on her way to meet us – but I was no longer there – I asked her if she was hooked up because I hadn’t seen her in a millenium – “Oh I wish” she said – then she said, wait – said, “I don’t know why I said that, I don’t mean it. I just said it.” I laughed out loud.