I have always asked newcomers to New Orleans why they had chosen that city to start anew.
Answers always varied. Sometimes it was school or job relocation.
I think above all, most sought adventure, however unwilling they were to admit it.
They had seen photos, heard stories recounted, and read blogs.
Having been a lifelong resident, I loved to see this allure, perhaps due to the fact that the novelty had long ago worn off for me. I’ve been known to be a bit jaded and/or bitter. ;)
Seeing this always refreshed me and managed to lift my spirits.
I get it. I see the allure, the charm.
I can go back and read my own blog posts of drunken (and sober) revelry, and mischief run amok.
And I wonder what it must be like to live in such a city where such things are embraced.
I’m moving to New Orleans tomorrow, and I can’t wait.
Oh, the adventures I’ll have.
I have live in New Orleans coming up on five years. I have never, never felt so at home as I do here. Is it the excitement? Of course. The music, the food, the history, the revelry, the *life*. It’s in my blood now.
Is that corny? I reckon so. But I know that no matter where I live no where will feel like the Crescent City. I know that if I leave I will be back. And I know that I don’t want to ever leave.
This city is my home. I’m home.
Welcome home, Master Billiam!
Yay for rediscovering the mystique and charm of your city! It’s great to see you happy.
See you at headquarters! :-)
Hey, I’ll be back this weekend and househunting. I should be in town over the weekend to go check on the damned sparcys and stuff, too.
Isn’t it great? I love New Orleans now more than ever. See you tonight for Drinks and Fun.