How it's going

Aside from the anxiety attacks, the move to New Orleans has been good.

I’m officially on day TWO-AND-A-HALF of moving back and living in my hometown again, after living in South Carolina for nearly a decade.
And, well, I’m sort of a mess.

I’ve cried more than TWO-AND-A-HALF times because I miss my twin sister, Joy, who is still in South Carolina.

But, I’ve also laughed more than TWO-AND-A-HALF times because people in New Orleans are funny, and I’ve certainly had way more than TWO-AND-A-HALF drinks and crawfish dishes.

I was also at a bar at HALF PAST TWO in the morning, and well, that doesn’t happen in South Carolina. TWO-AND-A-HALF bonus points, perhaps?

I’d like to skip right now to month TWO-AND-A-HALF, or even day 12-AND-A-HALF, because I’m not good at change or adapting and why can't I just skip all that and not have my first day of work tomorrow? SCARY!

I had a really good day yesterday, on DAY ONE of the move back to New Orleans. I saw an all-male dance troupe audition for new members at a bar downtown.
They wore short shorts, tall socks and moustaches, and for a while I forgot about everything other than which ones had the most rhythm.

Last night, I went to an event where everyone wears white and walks around the art district being all cultured. With lemonade ginger vodka drinks.

I drank in the street, legally. I learned at least 10 new things about my boyfriend, who I now get to see all the time, which is delightful.

It was a far cry from Friday night, TWO MINUTES into my move back to New Orleans. I had driven 12 hours by myself battling traffic and rain, and all these conflicted feelings about leaving my life in South Carolina.

I was both physically and emotionally exhausted and burst into my parents’ house crying and hyperventilating. I MISS JOY!!! I NEVER WANT TO DRIVE AGAIN!!! WAAAAHHHH I’M…SO SAD!!!!

(This may have had something to do with the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo book on tape I was listening to on the drive. The actual Girl with the Dragon Tattoo was in a terrible state when i pulled into my parents' driveway.)

Today, I relapsed. Today, day TWO-AND-A-HALF, I was on the verge of tears. Even though I ran into several people I know from MIDDLE SCHOOL and ELEMENTARY SCHOOL on the street today (like, woah), I’m still scared and jostled.

I’m not yet comfortable even though I’m wearing my most comfortable pajamas right now.

I would like to jump ahead to day 12-AND-A-HALF, and I hope it comes soon because day TWO-AND-A-HALF is super scary.

My clothes still aren’t unpacked.
I don’t know what I’m going to wear on the first day.
The humidity is making my new perm look like a static electricity experiment.

Joy would totally make fun of me. Two and a half times.

-Jenny