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ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I’m in New Orleans

And I was nervous this afternoon, mostly because I hate landing in cities I don’t know after dark when no one is meeting me and I don’t know where I’m going. But I got off the plane, and I got my bag, and I called Hands On to tell them I was On My Way.

And the taxi driver drove 75 mph through the New Orleans night with hip hop blaring, which made me feel happy and relieved and excited. And we got to the First Street United Methodist Church and I didn’t know how to get in, and he waited while I tried a few doors and finally called.

And I got the tour from a Wisconsin Americorps, and there are big barrels of gloves and wireless internet and outdoor showers, and a big room full of bunks full of sleeping volunteers who knocked shit down all day. And at six in the morning the lights will go on and the music will go on and we’ll all get up, so I should go to sleep. But first I wanted to say hi. Because I don’t know anyone here yet. And I’m feeling like it’s the night before the first day of school. Except as an adult, I really like that feeling.

posted by tortaluga @ 11:39 PM