When I was working on my internship in Washington D.C. one of the first things they told us during our orientation was "Be a tourist in your city." Now at the time that was said because we were their for only a short time (3 1/2 months) so we had no choice but to explore the city. What I am getting at in relation to my experiences in New Orleans, is that for the first time last weekend I was a tourist in my own city, I went to the French Quarter for the first time during the day. It was actually fun being a tourist, I found myself just wandering the streets of FQ just admiring the architecture, perusing in and out of the little shops that line the streets. I went to the Voodoo museum, which I had read about in books, and it was interesting to finally see what I had been reading about.
I don't know what it was about being a tourist, but I found it strangely relaxing to just view all of the sites of the city that I have been living in for almost a month now. Which leads me to my next point of interest, I have been in NOLA for a month, and has the time flew by, it still feels weird or strange to call this place home. I am having a hard time calling it the city of New Orleans, because when one walks through the streets of NOLA, it doesn't read like a city, but rather a very large small town (I know oxymoron, but that is Louisiana in general.) Learning how this city operates, is much akin to trying to learn how to read a map in a foreign country where the map is all written in their language. Each day at work, I feel I find out some new strange custom or law which just makes me turn my head and think "that is so backwards." Then again I have come to just being saying to myself every time I hear something backwards, "only in Louisiana," or "it would happen like that in New Orleans." One has to understand that I mean this with the same affection as when I would always say "only in Erie," or "Gannon would do things like that."
Through a strange happenstance I have started meeting new people that live around us, finally starting to get to know some people who are not from my work or from LWP (Living With Purpose.) While I have only known them a week, I feel like it will be nice to have a place to crash when I am tired of work or LWP people, I love being around everyone, but sometimes it is nice to have others to talk to. These are just some random ramblings that I have thought about since the last time I updated. But I am ready to sign off till next time.
Peace.
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