It was my first time ever mudding and sanding and after going at it with the mudding knife and living room wall for a few hours I found a new appreciation and sincere gratitude for people who commit their lives to a profession that requires the tedious task of mudding/sanding. In addition to the reverence for construction workers that flourished from that moment, a wave of grand appreciation for my home and my family washed over me as I continued my work day. I began to think about the home and family that resided on that very same plot of land before Hurricane Katrina hit and how difficult it is to cope with the idea that a place once known as "home" no longer existed and the very same people you shared home with might have been carried away and lost forever midst of the storm. Thus, I began to miss my family and my own home and as I continued mudding the walls I began to think about the walls that stood on that land before Katrina hit and how those walls helped create a safe space for a family to shed tears of joy, pain and laughter together and how unfortunate it is that it was all stripped from them after the storm.
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