Season's greetings from the land of Jazz and seafood. This is our first Christmas that we are celebrating in the house since my dad fixed it up! The holidays these past few years really have made us grateful for what we have and for each other. It always surprises me what changes when I come back home...few more stores reopen and some people have either moved back or left all together. It just feels a little more like home each time I come back.
There are a lot of things that aren't hear anymore, but there's just something hear that every part of me senses when I'm back in the big easy. When I go to sleep in my new room and close my eyes. I can hear that familiar sound of the wind rustling the branches of the pecan tress, along with my dad's snoring. A faint smell of fried catfish lingers through the house as I drift off to dream land. The atmosphere is so different, but the old memories are what keep the New Orleans culture so vibrant despite a dinged situation. I guess change isn't such a bad thing after all. I'd love to hear what makes your home town unique or special to you. Who knows maybe we'll have something in common!