Change is good, they say. It’s hard to know in the moment whether a change is going to bring wonder and adventure or irrevocable regret. Here marks the beginning of what I think will be a glorious adventure.
Over the weekend, I moved to New Orleans. I stepped foot into the three bedroom I am leasing with my two roommates. New Orleans is very different from my hometown and extremely different from Princeton, New Jersey. It’s a noisy, musical town. Proof: last night when I tried to sleep, I heard a trumpet rendition of “Happy Birthday.” It was beautiful and…loud. This move means that I have to get used to driving again. This move means utilities and a landlord and grocery shopping. I’m in the process of setting up WiFi in the apartment; and so, I am currently camped out in Starbucks. I don’t tend to study outside of my room, so this is actually quite the change. This move means that I need to perfect parallel parking. Let’s just say that my parking is a bit rusty. This move also means that I’m in a culinary wonderland.
First meal in NOLA with my family! Absolutely wonderful meal at Houston’s. This is the wonderful Creole Barbecue Shrimp. I definitely recommend.