Southern Comforts & Conversations From the Back Porch

Sunday, October 19, 2014

I am a Southern Girl by Birth...

...and a native New Orleanian by the grace of Gawd. I've never considered myself a country girl. A southern girl yes, but not a country girl. That is until a month ago. My husband and I found our dream house rather by accident and left the suburbs that we fled to before we started a family. Situated about 75 miles north of New Orleans, it is a totally different world. A totally different vibe. A totally different speed. We are living in the country.

I intend to savor every moment of every day and appreciate all of the little things. Here in the country where it's less crowded and there's more space it's easier to see the things that would have fallen between the cracks. Amidst the disorganization and frenzy of half unpacked boxes that litter my home, I am finding a gradual inner peace that has been locked away for quite some time. I want to make the next chapter of my life mean more. I want to taste every taste. Appreciate the smallest if details. Welcome to the back porch the conversations are beginning.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Leaving the 'Dell

There's a comfort that comes from the familiar. Like the warm summer breeze it just comes.
That's the feeling I get sitting on my back porch outside of New Orleans. Wind chimes are shimmying an "every-now-and-then" song. Squirrels jump from the oak tree to the gutter scrambling after snacks. Somewhere a weenie dog sounds mad. The birds, some seagulls,. someone's air conditioner. White noise plays in the background. I'm not alone. I am in my own my space with a lizard going from green to brown to rust and he walks on the rust colored rug. Colored like fall.
I am excited, affirmed, and anxious. I am at peace but I am scared. I am leaving this suburban utopia near the highway. It has has grown large enough to look like the New Orleans I remember when we moved out of New Orleans.
We are moving.
Seeking Live Oaks, Hills, Horses & Heaven. Up there if a guy walks out of the woods with a shot gun, you know that whatever he shot had four legs.
Buying the dream house in the country.