My Wall

As weird as it sounds, one of the best memories of New Orleans was coming back to my work site one day and going back to a wall I had floated the day before. It was so smooth! All worry that I was holding on to at the beginning of the trip evaporated. For some reason I was so proud of that wall that I just stood there and rubbed it for a few seconds. It was a good feeling to see my hard work become actualized.