Life is a battle of denial. Boston is a great city. BU is a great school. There's always plenty to do here, and sometimes it's really easy just to kick back have a few drinks and forget everything. But other times, even as lucky as Sarah and I are, and as well as we've managed to keep our heads above the water, it can be a bit overwhelming. Getting an apartment was supposed to be a high mark, but it only seems to highlight how much we don't have.

Luckily, people around us have been fantastic. The spirit of generosity that has sprung up around the country has certainly turned its attention toward us. Our friends and family have been super supportive and we owe them all a lot. And that's just focusing on the here and now. It's hard not to constantly wonder if your possessions are all destroyed. Yes, they are only things. But they are also physical manifestations of a reality that we all live in. People acquire things. These things can make us happy. Maybe we should be all pursuing some kind of zen nirvana, but maybe getting the new Coldplay cd is just easier and sometimes just as satisfying, albeit more briefly.

Nonetheless, I'm committed to getting back to New Orleans shortly after this semester. It's my home now. It has an infectuous spirit that is unique and vibrant and I would rather let my own spirit wither and die before I would give up on it. I plan on working and living there the rest of my life. And I don't believe that anyone who truly calls Nola home would say any different.

Time for more Glen Livet. Laissez Le Bon Temps Roulez.