It’s been three weeks since I moved from New Orleans to South Carolina, and it’s been hard convincing myself that I’m NOT really just on vacation.
Maybe it’s because I moved over Christmas, a vacation for everyone, and then it was New Years, a vacation for everyone and maybe it’s because all my things are still in boxes. Uh...that’s normal right??
Or MAYBE it’s because no one has PINCHED me yet!!!
Because — and I wish I could say this more succinctly — I LOVE being back here.
So much so that I feel like God is going to play a sick joke and two big fingers will come down and pluck me away saying, “YOU don’t deserve this, silly little girl!!! Muhahahahaha!!!!”
(My New Year’s resolution to be less neurotic is *really* working out, guys)
I love that I live with and IP-SO FACT-O get to see my twin sister, Joy, in person every day.
And I can’t wait to go on (and blog about)
embarrassing moments new adventures after three-and-a-half years of being long-distance twins.
I love that my best friend Meredith also moved from New Orleans to South Carolina and we either talk or see each other every day. And how she’s going to teach me how to surf this summer.
And I love my new job here. LOVE!!!
(DON’T SNATCH ME AWAY, BIG FINGER!!)
I know I’ve only been at the job for six days, but LOVE. LOVE LOVE. LOVE.
I know! I hate me too!!!
BEST VACATION EVER!!!
It’s really nice being in a functioning work environment with people who care about what they’re doing and care about the news print product.
And who buy popcorn for the break room.
And I get a window!! I haven’t seen the light at work in YEARS! Haha
(I’ve already been distracted by heavy rain, in case you were wondering.)
It’s also been easier than I thought getting back into the mix with my friends here. Not that I thought it would be hard, but everyone is still great and I still fit in. And my new roommate, (besides Joy) Marie, is fantastic.
I know, PUKE right!!!
But wait...don’t sign me off yet!!!
Three things have been hard:
1.) Missing my New Orleans friends
2.) Explaining my move to people and
Oh man, sleep.
I have nightmare-d everything possible in the past three weeks, from feral cats clawing at my face, car brakes going out, my car wheels FALLING OFF mid-drive, and of course, the classic: trying to plead for help to a group of people and no one will listen.
PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!!!!!!!!!
(Hmmm. Maybe that’s not a dream.)
On missing my New Orleans friends: I MISS MY NEW ORLEANS FRIENDS!!
I look at everyone’s Facebook pages and the contact list in my phone
after I’ve had wine and get sad.
And yesterday when I worked out at Crossfit, (trial classes, don’t expect me to hashtag it like everyone else. Cult.), it reminded me of these workout classes I took at a martial arts gym in New Orleans where my friends worked out with me and I got a little choked up.
Really. Choked up. Right by the pullup bar.
And can we talk about the SAINTS and how no one gives a shit about them here???
I’m in stupid PANTHER land with stupid Cam Newton who is NOT Superman and NOT Clark Kent and shooooo I would NOT be his Lois Lane, even though I’m a reporter and wear glasses (AND HAVE A WINDOW!!)
I remember this story about how my friend was grocery shopping at Conseco’s in New Orleans and some lady employee came on the overhead speaker just to say WHO DAT WHO DAT WHO DAT really fast and then hung up. No specials on produce or anything.
Now when I say to people “BLACK AND GOLD SUUU-PA BOWL!” they just laugh at me.
And the explaining my move to people.
“I just moved back from New Orleans. No, I’m not from here, I just used to live here. I went to college here and then stayed for ten years. That’s why I say ‘moved back.’ I’m not, like, new.”
“I moved back to New Orleans three-and-a-half years ago, and now I moved back here.”
“I’m bi-coastal. Gulf and East.”
Well, I guess it’s not that hard to explain.
Ok so TWO things have been hard. (That’s what she said?)
Two ain’t bad.