galvez st.

so the final time we drove away from our house on galvez i was felling a bit of nastalgia. we only met our homeowner once and we had a couple of set backs (no paint, no supplies, homeowner didnt like it, etc), but as we drove away i thought of other things we did on this trip. i saw the lower ninth ward and met a survivor on the verge of the dedication of her new home. i saw houses with three walls and a collapsing roof. i drove by plot after plot of bare foundation with stairs that arent leading to a front door. i drove along the levies that broke. i was taught me how to properly paint a wall, how to caulk, and the order in which to paint a house. i climbed up a ladder and climbed on a rooftop. i met a new bonner and found out she's pretty cool. i went on a scavenger hunt and some drunken man threw me beads on burbon. i listened to a new orleans native speak about NOLA in a beautiful poem. i was part of a team that worked hard for a homeowner to make her life just a little bit easier. i'll never forget this trip and i'm so glad i was able to go with the rest of the first year bonners. i looked at our house today for the first time and i'm so proud of everything we've done.