Confessions of a
Humbled Servant
So as
you all know, I just spent the past four years of my life living it up jazzy
style in “The Big Easy”. I kind of fell
off of the radar, and the rest of the planet for that matter. Life in New Orleans was QUITE the humbling
experience for me. Jumping out of the proverbial
“mother ship”, aka the parent’s umbrella, turned out to be the biggest
challenge of my life. Since all of my
laptops kept getting infected by a rogue worm and dying, I didn’t really have
the internet. That is unless you count
the Samsung Continuum I carry around in my purse (I hate getting on my phone
for internet access, by the way). As far
as never calling anyone from said Samsung, I’ll be completely honest, there’s
no excuse other than my head just wasn’t there.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my family and friends DEARLY! Life in New Orleans just does that to you,
you forget that there’s another world out there and that you are literally in a
bowl sinking into the earth.
I would say after four years of residence my emotions are actually a
little jumbled. I experienced things
that I probably just shouldn’t have, but I also experienced some pretty cool
things too. I met the most insanely
awesome people I’ve ever met, but I also met the scums of the earth. Sure, you can say “that’s just everywhere,
Megz”, to which my reply would be “I don’t think so, Tim”. There are things that happen in New Orleans
that just simply DO NOT happen anywhere else.
There are some things that I experienced that, if you weren’t there with
me, I will probably never talk about, and we’ll leave it at that.
That’s not really where I want to
go with this blog, I really want to talk about my good experiences. I worked in the SAME restaurant the entire
time that I was there. It was like home,
like family, in all of its dysfunctional glory.
I have made ties there that I will probably have for the rest of my
life. Every day was a new day different
from the one before. I met people from
all over the world, and I learned how to speak conversational Spanish. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. Every day I would think to myself,” man I
need to be writing this stuff down!” I
was always taught that a journal is a very good habit. If I didn’t have time to call my maw-maw
though, I sure as hell didn’t have time to write in a journal. My point is
this, everyone has a story. Everyone
that I met in New Orleans had a story, and through meeting them, I started to
author my own.
This blog is going to be comprised
of the good times, some bad times, and the ridiculous things that I witnessed
during my stay. It will be a testament
to the growth that I experienced. I
moved to New Orleans as a naïve girl from Texas, and left as a strong woman who
knows EXACTLY what she wants out of life. For all the good and bad things, I am
grateful. A man at my new job told me
that “New Orleans is the cesspool of Louisiana and should just fall off into
the Gulf”. I looked at him and politely
said “that cesspool helped make me who I am today”. Go figure.
This stubborn redhead had to find out for herself.
For the sake of respect, I will use
code names for my characters mentioned in this blog. Friends, if you message me
and give me your permission, I will use your real names, otherwise, you will be
called something like “snow white” or “guy with the long hair”. Get ready to have your minds BLOWN and
laissez le bon temps rouler!!!
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