Good Morning, August. Who let you in?

I don’t even know how to start this one. Apparently life moves slowly while you’re waiting for it to boil, and then one day you wake up and it’s over. Not life, just your time in New Orleans.

Sprinky asked me yesterday if I was sad yet about leaving. I had meant to already be sad by now, but I am just way behind schedule. In the midst of all the violence papers and statistics labs and policy analysis and client terminations and closing summaries and furniture selling and Belize packing and friend hosting, I hadn’t really thought about it. The end-of-the-semester glow in my eyes had failed to consider that at the end of the semester a) assignments must be finished and b) I have to leave. What?!

Per a), I cannot possibly finish in time. Here is how homework has gone for me lately:
8:40- arrive
8:45- arrange table
8:47- dig for change
8:50- Buy tea
8:51- mess around on Facebook
8:52- open the document
8:53- go to the bathroom
8:55- check my phone
8:57- write a sentence
9:01- check my email
9:03- stretch
9:05- check my phone
9:07- mess around on Facebook
9:10- make sure the document is still there
9:15- save the document
9:18- pack up
9:20- leave

Per b), But I just got here! I can’t even wrap my brain around the fact one year ago today I packed up everything I owned and moved to New Orleans. We poured sugar on Sprinky. We sang with the Hattiesburg Applebees singers. We dumped my stuff into a storage closet and took the city by storm. What I mean is, I flipped out. New Orleans just seemed so new and scary and impossible then. But things settled, I took a few deep breaths and couple thousand beignets and recovered. I really thought I had arrived, you know? And I thought I’d be here for a while. I had no idea that, behind its back, life held a bunch of other crazy ideas: an opportunity to do my last semester in Belize, a brand new adorable Maycie to love in Indianapolis, along with a delicious old Lil, a best-ever Jeff (don’t start!) in Wisconsin, and the impossible task of graduating into the non-profit world during the worst possible job-finding time ever… with a special expertise in an area that doesn’t really exist outside of New Orleans. Sigh.

But it will be okay.

Two weeks from today I’ll blow a kiss to New Orleans & thank her for her hospitality, then head north. I am drooling at the thought of getting my hands on all those cute winter coats… but only for a second. Three weeks from then, I’ll leave for Belize.

August equals change. I have to tell myself every 25 minutes that everything will be just fine. I also have to keep myself from stockpiling Bee Sweet cupcakes in my cheeks…

New Orleans, you’re crazy and I like you. Don’t forget about me.

NOLA sunrise

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7 thoughts on “Good Morning, August. Who let you in?”

  1. You know what thought popped into my head as I was reading this at 3:58 AM?!!!!!!!!! You’re comments sound like LIFE!!! It all passes away like an incredible –
    well most of it anyway – vapor. Hmmm, I think I’ve heard that before?!

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  2. your homework schedule makes me feel better about mine! i stopped taking my laptop to the library so i could get reading done :) i can’t believe your time there is almost over, it seems like just last month we went on the road trip to scope it out. you have a really exciting season ahead of you, and then the whole world ahead of you after that. i’m so excited for you & proud of you. hugs from socal :)

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  3. I couldn’t have said it any better…take me with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don’t forget the saying goodbye to Mandy party on your list of things to do…that will take at least a week!!!! OMG it just dawned on me that I’m gonna need ldr therapy for you leaving now toooooooooooo. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

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  4. Love your writing style – humor – realness – ‘in the moment’ expressiveness, wow! Awesome. Keep writing. Your eye for the photo is cool, too. I’m inspired! :) KK

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  5. Oh, and how about Kathy awake and on Facebook at 4 AM? I think we need to encourage her to get her own Facebook!
    August 6, 2009 at 11:28am

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