A Letter to New Orleans...

New Orleans. 
Sunrises over the Huey P. Long bridge
watching the water from the Mississippi move with a rhythm as I quickly pass over. 
Small communities with big personality
Everyone waving at you as you pass
Feeling safe even though you know it kind of isn't.
Parks here and parks there. Little children running and stomping their feet on the pavement having the time of their lives. Swinging from the monkey bars with no care in the world. 
The smell of beignets from Café Du Monde as we walk through Jackson Square. 
People on the street with buckets and drum sticks making music you would never hear on the radio because it's too good. 
People selling T shirts and handmade bracelets and art work that they put their soul into. 
Horses standing in front of the Cathedral awaiting to tote their next passenger. 
Quirky shot gun homes with year round Mardi Gras decor. 
The golds, the purples, the greens and everything in between standing out so beautifully as we ride through the neighborhoods discovering new places. 
The small pink duplex that we lived in that seemed way too small for our family, but was perfect and we made it a home. 
The Piggly Wiggly down the road that was unnecessarily overpriced but I loved it anyway. 
New Orleans, I miss you. I wasn't raised with you, but I knew you. I miss the comfort you brought me. I miss the nostalgia I felt being in your presence. I learned so much in my little time with you. Thank you for everything you were for me.