Generally I'm doing okay now. I'm settling into Austin and although I'm not making friends, I am learning my way around the city. I'm starting to feel more comfortable here, although I am not nearly close to calling it home. I'm not so depressed and homesick for NOLA all the time anymore, it's more waves of "what in the hell just happened?" every once in awhile. Like any minute Ashton Kutcher will pop out and yell "Damn New Orleans!! You've been punk'd!!" And I'll be able to think "hmm, yup, that makes so much more sense than what really has been going on."
Today I bought the newest Time magazine and New Orleans is the cover story. As I was flipping through it and looking at the pictures of Mayor Nagin in front of the Superdome and houses in the Garden District burning down I realized just how surreal it is to be looking at pictures from home in national magazines. I mean New Orleans may have been a huge city, but we liked to fly pretty much under the radar. I mean, sure we liked to throw wild attention grabbing parties (Mardi Gras, Jazz Fest, etc etc) but as far as national headlines we were a pretty quiet city.
And now I can't go to the grocery store without seeing us on the cover of every magazine out there. It just feels weird.
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