On my flight to New Orleans, I sat next to a woman who lost her home because of Hurricane Katrina, relocated to Atlanta, but was feeling like she must return to New Orleans. The reason is the "pull" of Mardi Gras.
What we've found this week as we walk the streets of the Big Easy is that many evacuees find they can't let Mardi Grass happen without being back for it.
It's hard to understand for a lot of us from other places, but celebrating Mardi Gras is part of the soul of so many people who live here...and who lived here.
So they are coming back in throngs. We spent some time with Ashley Cantrelle, a student at Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge. Katrina destroyed her house, her family is split up and her only home is a dorm room. But we watched her celebrate at a parade and as she caught beads on Bourbon Street.
It reinvigorated her spirit even as she boarded the bus back to her dorm in Baton Rouge, where she still has to worry about where she will live when the school year ends.