I hope your life never changes as unexpectly and fast as mine did. Last Saturday morning, I packed my fresh laundry (still warm) into my suitcase to leave New Orleans, thinking my ciy would escape Katrina unscathed like all the years before. My suite-mate of three weeks advised me to take the big suitcase, and so I left New Orleans... with the fridge full of yogurt, my first carton of Lite orange juice still unopenned, Sashi's lamb leftover from the night before. I didn't close the door to my closet, I left Linda's pink coat hanging on the door, the fallen lanterns a pile by my bed...