5 years ago, I was a freshman in college. I was in a new town, with new people, and starting a new life. And, then, 48 hours later, I thought my entire past had been wiped away. Returning home that Christmas was heart breaking. New Orleans was a town burnt out and demolished beyond repair. But, from disaster comes enlightenment. A whole city was reborn.
Today is my first day as a California resident (although I am still homeless). I am once again in a new town, with new people, and starting a new life. But, a lot has changed. My past has been rebuilt. My hometown has reinvented itself, and I have been trying to do the same. You can't forget your past, but you can do your best to improve it.
As I watch the sun come up, still unaccustomed to the time change, I can't help but think about where I've come from and where I've been. It's a long road we are all on. A road to recovery. Recovery of our souls, our health, our senses, and in the end, our happiness.
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