i want to go home

for the first time in over a week, i am alone. i am sitting in a hotel room. for the first time in my life, i am alone in my own hotel room. i miss my family. it's been years since i've gone this long without seeing them. and knowing that i have no car for now, no way to get there to them, makes it so much worse.

after a week of searching the internet for lost loved ones, parish news, and fema, i read my favorite blogs. after endless days of katrina on cnn, i have etv turned on the television. i picked up a cosmo magazine for the hot new sex tips headline. but it isn't working. i'm at that point at the end of the trip, when you just want to go home. when you want your bed, your crappy house, your own bathroom. you just want home. that's where i am, and there is no home to go back to. it really sucks.

and yes, i know how lucky i am to be alive.