A great piece about homesickness and the things we miss when we're away from home. As a UK expat living in the middle east I can relate to this!

The opening is good, the description of New Orleans after the flood. The forgotten action figures maybe symbolise the forgotten citizens of New Orleans?

I like the way you cut suddenly from the stream of consciousness-like poem to the atmospherics. I like this technique and I think it can be very effective.

My only criticism is the tape hiss on one of the segments. Did you record all your narrative on the same equipment?

Other than that it captures well the longing that you both feel.