Back in New York- not feeling it this time guys. First time i’ve come back here where I don’t feel totally at home, where I don’t get those “I live in New York” butterflies. It’s been 3 years and i’m ready for a change. Although the trip didn’t go totally as planned and was a majorly bumpy road, I can’t say I didn’t have an amazing time.
I was able to drive through upper and lower 9th wards, St. Roch, and other places I saw last time I was down there. I got to see how the city has changed from my trip 2 years ago. I got to walk along Frenchman and listen to jazz on the street, with a drink in my hand. I got to see art and feel love and meet amazing people at Project Lazarus who changed my life. I played spades and bingo, and met lots and lots of dogs. I got to eat soul food and po boys, and get daiquiris to-go. I went to a southern baptist church and heard so much beautiful gospel I could have sworn I was in heaven. I got to drive through Alabama and Mississippi, states I had never seen before. I experienced southern hospitality at its’ finest and I am so in love. I am so ready to be out of New York and move to a place with soul. A place where everywhere you walk, strangers greet you with a good morning, a good afternoon, and a goodnight.
New Orleans is a place with stories and I am ready to hear them all, never hearing the same one twice. I’m filled with so much joy writing this but also sadness that i’m back in a place I no longer feel very connected to. I need to reconnect.
