That's what I've been called... a climate refugee. And I guess it's true. As much as I love South Louisiana, I wasn't going to stick around for round 3 of these damn hurricanes. Here's how this happened.
I got back to Louisiana on Saturday the 13th, just in time to do the 3 Drunk Guys Aftermath Special. I went to NOLA and spent the day there with my best friend for his b-day, spending the night there because we were still under a curfew. On Monday morning, I went into work but had to leave early due to FEMA coming by and doing an inspection. That afternoon, I decided I was giving my 2 weeks notice and I was going to move up to Ohio to be with my wife.
I ended up going out again on Monday night and I did some thinking. My apartment still didn't have electricity, everything in my house was covered in mold, and I really didn't want to deal with all the rebuilding yet again, so I made a snap decision to come up here to Ohio permanantly. I put things together on Tuesday, went to work on Wednesday morning to turn in my stuff (laptop, badge, etc) and left on Wednesday afternoon to drive up here.
I fit whatever could fit in the car and left the rest. Basically I grabbed the clothes that weren't ruined, my server, and a few pictures and stuff. I already miss home, but I can't let myself continue to do that. I need to get into the mindset that Ohio is my home now and I need to make my life here. I went to a job interview yesterday where the guy asked me to shave my goatee. That really pissed me off, but if it's something I have to do to get a job, I may just have to do it.
Well, now you know why I left and came here. I needed to get away from Hurricanes and I needed to be with my wife. That's it in a nutshell!