Okay.... I apologize for the delay and my absence from the worldwide web. I've been "home" in Michigan for two weeks now and have still not adjusted to the cold and snow. I'm happy to report that I'll be leaving for Costa Rica where it will be nice and warm in just one week and then will be headed down toward Alabama on the 27th so I won't have to suffer much longer in the cold.
My last couple of days in New Orleans consisted of packing and visiting with friends. I spent time with a friend who manages my favorite coffee shoppe, went for my "last" dinner at my favorite restaurant Mona's with some coworkers and played guitar for Terry.
I waited around for him to visit on my last full day as I knew that he was planning on stopping by. When he got there I was packing and listening to music in my trailer but saw him walking in the parking lot. I got out the new camp guitar, grabbed my music, and stood on the deck. Terry had been asking me to play these two songs for him for awhile now but I just had not made the time to look at them so he always gave me a hard time about it. So that day we sang "Jack and Diane" and "Brown Eyed Girl" in the parking lot at the village.
After we had our fun with the songs I took him in to get some food. It was Thanksgiving week and I knew that the village was busy for two days and then virtually empty for the rest of the week so I packed up a good bag for him to take. We talked about what I was going to do in the next few months and how things would be different after I left. He told me that nobody could ever replace me and that he'd miss me but that he was happy that I had new things to do and that I would be rewarded for all of the work that I do. It was then that Terry and I had our last supper. I sent him out of the door with a bag of snacks, waved, and said see you sometime to one of the many people that gave me a purpose in New Orleans this fall. I'll miss the funny conversations with my homeless friend who always locks the door behind himself when he leaves. I hope to see him again someday but it's all up to chance now as he has no real, working address, no phone, and no schedule. It's funny how people can wander "out" of your life just as easily as they wander in. I owe him a copy of the picture that we took the week before I left and I promised that I would send a letter every once in awhile that he could get via the current village managers.
I miss my community in New Orleans but know that I will see many of them again someday. It has been a great privilege to serve with PDA but I am excited to get back to service with AmeriCorps*NCCC in January. I hope you all are well. May you find warmth somewhere in this cold winter.