shutting up, shutting up, shutting up... you know how I feel about New Orleans calling her babies home?
Things work here in ways that nobody can really get in other places. We can blame the voodoo or the boiled seafood or the brass bands, but this place gets under your skin like nowhere else.
It's hard to admit to enjoying happiness in a place as dysfunctional as this one. I get that. I also get not being able to live in places where people don't get what we've been through. That's my chickenshit reason for not ever leaving. It works for me.
Take care and keep posting w/your thoughts. I have said that this place is a shit sandwich and that you need balls of steel to live (or return) here but you know what? It is what it is baby and if this is where you just belong, you won't be satisfied til you're back.
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Things work here in ways that nobody can really get in other places. We can blame the voodoo or the boiled seafood or the brass bands, but this place gets under your skin like nowhere else.
It's hard to admit to enjoying happiness in a place as dysfunctional as this one. I get that. I also get not being able to live in places where people don't get what we've been through. That's my chickenshit reason for not ever leaving. It works for me.
Take care and keep posting w/your thoughts. I have said that this place is a shit sandwich and that you need balls of steel to live (or return) here but you know what? It is what it is baby and if this is where you just belong, you won't be satisfied til you're back.
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