I’m gone, up in Illinois now and already procrastinating all the cleaning/sorting/packing that needs to be done.
Most of my stuff was packed by Friday so I could fully enjoy my last day. It started with one last run in Audubon Park and smoothies from my smoothie lady at Smoothie King. Then it was a mimosa toast and goodbyes with the family.
It wouldn’t be a weekend in Louisiana without a festival so it made sense to head down to the French Quarter for the Satchmo SummerFest music festival. Fit in a lot of lasts there: last New Orleans Moonshiners show, last Abita, last snowball, last crawfish.
Afterward was cocktails/apps with the roomie’s friends and White Linen Night, an annual street party with art galleries, food and beverages.
Rachel’s friend works for American Institute of Architects, which had a bicycle car to promote the annual DesCours architecture installation. I got to fulfill a childhood dream and steer it. At age 8, most girls wanted a pony. I wanted a quadracycle. I used to steal the Hammacher Schlemmer catalog as soon as it came in the mail and drool over all the cool and totally unnecessary gadgets.
If I stretched my legs, my feet reached the pedals
As has been the story all along, I came with friends but ran into people I met down there and people I didn’t even know were in town. My aunt called it “the Louisiana luck:” how things have fallen into place since I moved down there. Research, freelancing, volunteer work, visitors, friends, travel, summer sublet, temp job, full time job, caravaning home with the roommate, perfect timing. Let’s hope it followed me north and sticks when I go west.
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