I didn't have a blog in August 2005. For the next several days I'm going to pretend I did. Aside from a few emails and comments around the web, I haven't really written much about the Thing. The Storm. That Bitch. The Flood. Hurricane Katrina.
You know, I was living in NYC on September 11, 2001. I was a temp at the time, so I could have been working anywhere that day. As it turns out, I was in mid-town and had been for a week or so doing an on-again off-again thing for Cablevision. Before that, though, I was in some fly-by-night "communications" company that sold over-priced international phone cards to immigrants. I don't remember the name of the place. I remember it was just two blocks from the WTC. And I had lunch and went to the bookstore at the WTC all week.
I was terrified that day. And everyday after that for a long time. The first day I woke up, looked out the window and saw that the fire was finally out, I instantly felt better. Still scared, but better.
It took a long time for me to shake that off. Went through all the stages. I didn't go anywhere NEAR Lower Manhattan for over a year. Then, one day, it was gone. I felt fine.
I guess it's different when your it's your home.
Some notes, caveats and liberties:
I promise this isn't just emotional masturbation.
Obviously I won't remember everything exactly. This is especially true of the days preceding the storm. My memory, like most others around here, is now in two separate pieces: Pre-Katrina memory and Post-Katrina memory. Pre-Katrina memory is mixed up to a ridiculous degree. I haven't said it in a while, but I've said quite often in the past that if it happened before August 29, 2005, then I do not remember. It's more important to me to express how crazy and mixed up everything was. If I get some things out of sequence, I'm not going to be too worried about it.
I'm not sure how the timing is going to work, either, so posts may be erratic as I haven't decided yet when and how to actually publish them. Just bear with me.
Comments will be turned off for some entries so I won't be influenced by them while I'm trying to recount all of this.
*Sigh* Three years. I have to get out from under this thing. I have no idea if I'm ready to do this, but I feel like I have to try.
Happy fucking anniversary. A few days early.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Katrina Anniversary Number Three -
An Exercisorcism
Posted by bullet at 12:00 PM
Labels: About Me, disasters, Hurricanes, Katrina, New Orleans
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3 comments:
I am always curious to hear/read first hand accounts of major events that have changed peoples perception of the world. 9/11 and Katrina were two such events for Americans.
I moved to NYC six months after 9-11. I moved back here six months after 8-29. My dreams every so often are still immersed in the horrors of these events. None of this is gonna be easy to "get over".
I like any post that uses the word masturbation its a winner no matter what. Katrina is a catastrophic disaster that caught the entire nation with its pants down. Its a wake up call for all of us to be prepared and not wait for governmental intervention. :)N
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