I have no words...

for the past week I've been through one emotional roller-coaster. I've felt every possibly emotion there could possibly be, cried more tears than a river could ever hold. And yet, I come out realizing how blessed me and my family are. It wasn't until I saw the images of what is left of what these out-of-towners call "Eastern New Orleans" that I had a strong hold on to my material "possessions". Things that I thought I should have packed but didn't, most likely under water, but who knows since no one has been in the real Eastern part of New Orleans. I don't care what is lost in my home anymore, it's not important. It's important that Sunday night at 3 am my mother decided to leave the underwater city, because if we hadn't, I would be on top of my roof. My heart goes out to them, it saddens me to see all of these helpless people (well...not helpless anymore as of today) suffering. We'll be moving to Houston in a few days, where a house will be waiting for us (that's a post for another day). I want to thank everyone that checked up on me, I appreciate it. I'm glad to hear that Diggs and Gian are doing ok as well. I'm not sure when I'll get access to a computer again, so my post might be far inbetween.