3.13.14 late morning (that may be a bit of an understatement):
I wake up and feel depressed a bit. I miss the warm weather – a lot. I miss the city of New Orleans. I resist, but can’t help but love (and hate) the sticky humid feeling, the dirty streets, chaos, and the smell of crawfish. I miss the energy there — high strung, vibrant energy — almost moving at too fast a pace to keep up with it. But what I miss more than anything right now is the community I’ve made with friends and the friendships I’ve cultivated and walking down the stairs or walking in the front door to find everyone hanging out and laughing and staying up until 3am talking… that’s what I miss more than anything else right now.
later that afternoon:
I almost want to cry as I walk into Stauf’s, order, and pour creamer in my mug of hot, brown liquid. I could be at Envie right now instead of here…
…with doors and windows wide open, sitting around people who wear rollerblades to commute here and who greet you like they’ve known you for forever, with a warm breeze blowing through my hair.
But instead I’m here, sitting in the middle of a cozy, yet closed off room, surrounded by average looking, incredibly clean-cut, generally very attractive individuals who cling to their closed off worlds and social circles.
It’s cold here. No one calls me “baby” when I order my coffee, and I feel out of place, like I don’t fit in on such a large scale.
All of that to say, that I miss New Orleans. Being in a different place and coming back home makes you miss what you discovered in a new (or at least different) place, but it also makes you realize how much you have in the place where you came from.
And One Day, I’ll return.