Boston has been a good experience. Sarah and I finally got an apartment just down the B Green line of the T from school or downtown, so that means my car can finally rest. School helps to distract from everything else, as does watching lots of DVDs and drinking.

Honestly, all things considered, life is good. I'm happy living with Sarah, attending a great law school, am able to work out, and now live in a tremendous city. As long as my student loans come through, I can squeak through on that account too. Plus, so many people have been generous already, sending clothes or money to help us through this difficult time. I am very thankful for all of that.

Nonetheless, many things are just difficult. Starting all over has sucked, as has leaving behind everything you own. As soon as Mayor Nagin said we could return to New Orleans, Sarah and I booked tickets back to salvage her damaged apartment and hopefully to store things in mine, which we hoped at the very least would secure our peace of mind. And allow us to return with some winter clothes. But now this new hurricane is creating problems, and wouldn't you know it, we're supposed to fly through Houston.

Way back before even Hurricane Katrina, I was convinced we needed to make a sacrifice to Poseidon. Maybe we should have. The gods are still angry.