the wind went and pulled me into your hurricane

I'm from florida du sud so as my family waits hours for ice to appear, I'm watching tv. I wouldn't feel so bad if the ice truck had actually showed up.

My dad keeps calling our neighborhood "Baghdad." I guess that's not a good thing. I wasn't able to get ahold of them until last night. I was sure they were fine, I'd talked to them during Hurricane Wilma, but I wanted to be sure. Mon chat managed to escape the house and is currently lost. My mom said she'd send me pictures they took with a digital camera once the electricity came back.

According to Sun-Sentinel.com, the electricity may not come back for a month. Home phone service is still out so we've been using cell phones to communicate. One of my friends from home called me yesterday too, it was the first time I'd heard from someone other than a relative. She said there was a construction site near her maison so now her house has been covered in crap from that and the streets are blocked with chunks of buildings. I can't get ahold of anyone else.

I just feel like I should be there. Ever since I left, I've been dealing with guilt and homesickness about leaving. I know my place is here, but I hate Gainesville. It's a hole in the wall with nothing to do or things done better by my hometown. I miss Ft. Lauderdale, I miss the beach, I miss Miami and the clubs. You can't compare Florida du Sud to anything else in Florida.

I hated it until I left and realized what was out there. I've never really traveled the U.S. so I could only compare my hole in the wall with places I'd been like London, Paris, et Brussels. Now I've been to this hole in the wall and I want to go back to mine.