Hope

I was born and raised in the suburbs of New Orleans. Despite the “suburb” title, I have always considered myself a true New Orleans girl. I danced to “They All Axed For You” in the streets at Mardi Gras, taught my college buddies how to tip and open a tab, and I could always take an hour or two to talk about food.

I didn’t live in New Orleans five years ago, though. My husband was serving in the Air Force and we were stationed at Little Rock Air Force Base. I first heard about Katrina when my mom called to tell me they were turning their evacuation into a mini-vacay to Houston–do a little shopping, eat some Mexican food and come home. They’d had some bad experiences evacuating in the past and wanted to get out early. I was non-plussed at the news–hurricanes were always a threat, but never materialized into much.

It’s shocking now, in retrospect, how blase I was about the whole thing, how unimportant it all seemed. How could you know in advance that it would be the greatest disaster in US History? How could any of us have known?

I went to sleep on August the 28th feeling confident that my family would be able to return home soon.

I awoke on August the 29th to news that levees had broken. There is a still a lot of anger about the days that followed–people ignored, aide delayed, lives lost. Like a simmering boil, I could go on here and end up angry all over again.

I won’t do that.

I am NOT a Katrina survivor. I slept in my bed and went to my job while the rest of my family suffered. That is just the way it is. In some ways I have guilt about that, but it’s water under the bridge at this point. We can only move forward.

I might not be a Katrina survivor, but I am something else.

I am one of the ones who returned.

We came back–my husband and I, in the midst of much personal turmoil.

Because we know this place is special.

Because this is the only place that has ever been home.

Because the food is never the same anywhere else.

Because I want my children to dance in the streets at Mardi Gras to “They All Axed for You.”

Because I can eat in the same restaurants my grandfather did seventy years ago.

And walk by the Pontabla buildings where my great-grandparents once had an apartment.

New Orleans in the 40s

I am not alone. There are others returning each month. There are even more who arrive here for the first time, fall in love, and find it impossible to leave. People who love this city. People who are doing amazing things–starting companies, making movies and poetry and art. People who are breathing life into this city like nothing I have ever seen before. It is a good time to be in New Orleans and I’ll tell anyone who sits still long enough to listen. The city is exciting place these days.

Is there hope? Hell yeah. Actually, it’s more than that. These days I know this city is incredible and it will only become more in the years ahead. I am proud to be here and cannot wait to see what awaits. There is so much to be hopeful about.

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This post is part of Tide’s Hope Remains Blog Carnival.

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Comments

  1. This post was phenomenal.

    So glad you’re home :)

  2. Such an amazing post. Inspired by your words! ….And to be honest, I’m thinking of packing up and moving.

    Can we be neighbors?

  3. I’ve seen a lot of the U.S. but never made it to New Orleans. I’ll get there someday. And come a knockin’ on your door for a tour.

  4. Great post! It really captures so well the spirit of those who live in NOLA. Good work!

  5. Yup, I loved it there! It’s definitely on my list of “must returns”. :) What a great post.

  6. Oh. Hell Yeah 😉 I love this post so much.
    And that picture, what a special treasure!

  7. Awesome awesome awesome post!!! Never been to NOLA and I can’t wait to get there someday!

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  9. Katy,

    What a lovely post…my Katrina post is a guest post by my younger brother and will go up this weekend. I wasn’t living in NOLA during K, either. We’d already moved away. But the rest of my family lived through it and went back. SO hard to feel so helpless back then…and still now, to not really know what they all went through (though my mom came up here and lived with us for about a month until they were letting her part of flooded Metairie back in).

    (p.s. this is @erinlynn76 from Twitter)

  10. This was awesome, sweet and poignant. I have always wanted to go to New Orleans so I am excited with each step that is taken to get back to normalcy

  11. I’m going to be there in April for Mom 2.0! I thought it was so great they’re having it there this year. Love New Orleans, haven’t been back since Katrina but have so wanted to go.