Before Labor Day Weekend, it had been almost four years since I was last in New Orleans. I had left the city because I was pregnant, confused and a little bit terrified about what was going to happen next.
While the news tends to judge the girls who hide their pregnancies from the family and friends, I get. Finally cluing my mom in on what was going on in my body was absolutely scary. When she didn’t leave her room for 2 days because she was just crying, even scarier.
I needed to go back to New Orleans because so much of me the past two years has believed that that was were I was supposed to end up. That New Orleans was part of my past and part of my future.
But this past weekend, I realized New Orleans is not where I’m supposed to end up right now. Yes, I want to be able to go spend a long weekend there every few months. I’ll start saving when I start to have my own kids just in case they want to go to Tulane.
and maybe even graduate.
I have at least a year until I can even start to figure out where I’m going to live next. Lots of things are going on in my life right now that mean Eldora is also not a part of my future once Fall 2015 arrives. And I’m okay with that.
Realizing that NOLA isn’t where I’m supposed to be has left me a little bit confused and a whole lot excited. Because now every spot that has a daily average temperature of 68 degrees, cold just isn’t my thing, is a complete option now.
As long as that place is big dog friendly.