I went to school in New Orleans and lived there for a bit after graduation. Katrina hit my senior year of college and I watched the city pick itself back up. New Orleans is a deeply personal place for me, but also a place I hardly know. When you go to college in a town, you really only experience life as a college student, and half of that through a silly self-induced drunken stupor.
I’ve decided to do a few more personal posts around these parts. Because I have a lot of friends and acquaintances who read the blog (thanks guys!) and because, though this is primarily a business tool, it’s also something of a diary for me. And if I commit to doing a monthly round-up post, maybe I’ll actually get around to taking more photos and downloading them. Big promises! In the meantime, at least I have enough material for a February post.
It’s been about a million years since I posted something personal on the blog. With wedding season in full swing, the blog runs itself on happy couples vowing to share the rest of their lives. But in the meantime, yes, I have been doing things and getting on. My husband, George, just returned from a five-week work trip to Europe. Every time he leaves, I think I’ll be bored and lonely and pack my calendar full of things to occupy myself. In the meantime, I judge this so poorly that I end up being mad busy the entire time he’s gone and rushing to catch up when he does return. Maybe next year I’ll find the right balance.