With our time in New Orleans quickly coming to a close, I find myself in denial. Denial that at first I was hesitant to move here. In denial that 4 years has quickly gone by. And in denial that there are still so many areas of the city that I haven't explored, restaurants I haven't eaten in and sights I haven't seen.
This is the first city that we have lived in, since I moved to Florida in 1996, that I consider my home. I know I've made a lot of friends along our journey with my crazy hubby's duty stations, but this is the first one, since I left Jacksonville in 2001, that I will probably cry as I am driving out of town.
I know bigger and better things are out there for our family, but it doesn't make leaving a wonderfully colorful city, with a LOT of culture, leaving friends who have become more like family than any I've had in a long time, and New Orleans.
So many people call this beautifully interesting city home, even if they are not physically here any more. And I completely understand why. I understand why so many have transplanted here as well.
I will miss crawfish, drinking in the streets, all the parades we have gone to, the merriment that is Mardi Gras, and the people who make this city so colorful. I do hope to come back on day, either for vacation or to live, I'm not sure yet. I am happy that we did and experienced so much of this unique city.
So, this isn't good bye, this is until we meet again.
"America only has three cities: New York, San Francisco, and New Orleans. Everywhere else is Cleveland." Tennessee Williams