Entry 4 - Fall 2005

Tonight, I’m packing. Tomorrow, I will venture off to the farthest from home that I’ve ever been. I’m going to New York City. Who would want to wake up in the city that doesn’t sleep? This is my theater club’s annual trip, usually attended by juniors and seniors. Preparations began prior to Katrina; I feared that because of the disaster many people wouldn’t be able to go on the trip, but this year’s turnout is the biggest ever. My reasoning is after Katrina people found the importance of living out their dreams, or of taking that trip they’ve always planned, because life can be picked up and turned around in an instance, and all you’re left with is regrets. Katrina showed us how unpredictable life can be, and that every moment is precious.

I will get to see that magic of a Broadway play brought to life on stage. I hope it’s all I think it will be.

Yes, I’ll be missing the last weekend of Mardi Gras, though I know this year’s celebrations will be more festive than ever. We are so excited to live out the traditions our Katrina-hit-city is known for, not only in our actions, but this year in our hearts. After the rocky times we’ve faced since Katrina, it is nice to enjoy some happiness and relish the parades and experiences you can only get in New Orleans.

Though I’ll miss Mardi Gras, I’m not that sad, because as Frank Sinatra says… I get to be a part of it, New York New York!