It’s been 3 months since I evacuated from New Orleans. I miss so much of it but know where I am is better for my mental health. Nothing is wrong here. Days are just days. I have my routine and don’t have the need to get out. I wish I could be creative again. Have something to get excited about or look forward to. I’m gonna miss Mardi Gras this year. It’s my favorite time of year and I’m already sad about it.
I rarely get attached to anything. For some reason, I’m attached to Nola. I cannot explain it; maybe I’m not supposed to.
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