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I drove back to Austin from Gulfport last night. I took several backroads through Wiggins, Poplarville, Bougalousa and Franklinton.
After a week of no traffic lights, nighttime curfews, limited commerce, military presence, and pure devastation, hitting Amite, Louisiana was strange. The entire town was lit, and while there were still the occasional fallen tree and National Gaurd vehicle, it looked much like a real town. It took a few hours on I-10 before I realized I could just stop into any store along the highway and expect it to be open, to have gasoline, and to have a full selection of COLD beverages.
Now I'm back in Austin. It's a different world. I made it in early this morning, and realized after a while that I was still driving slowly and treating all intersections as four-way stops, even when the traffic lights were green.
And of course, even though I went to sleep after 4 AM, I still woke up with the son, and felt guilty that I wasn't outside cutting and hauling brush. And I felt sad that I couldn't go outside and look after the two German Shepards we had rescued from the sludge.
Worst part of all of it is that I think I will quickly grew used to this lifestyle again, and treat the other as the aberation. I'm not sure why that makes me sad. I know a lot of DUers like merh and Maddy are stuck in that world of shelters and MREs, still, and probably can't wait to get out, but I'm out, and I feel... I don't know how to explain it. Useless, maybe? Like there's a more important job than I'm doing, and I'm shirking it?
I don't know.
Anyone else use DU Lounge as a personal diary from time to time? :-)
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