Hello, New Orleans!

Should I paint my room black? Also: Katabasis, Louisiana elections, Taylor Swift

Marking myself as safe from the big move. I’m officially back to New Orleans, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Walking through the front door of this house felt like getting a hug from my favorite teacher from decades ago and telling them, finally, how much they changed my life for the better.

Just physically being here has brought me so much peace and relaxation. Boxes of my things are still scattered around the house, but I’ve made some great progress in just a couple days. All my clothes and toiletries are neatly put away in the closet. All my books, records, and movies have homes on the shelves. The animals are all relearning their favorite spots to lounge around, as well as relearning mine, so they know exactly where to find me when they want head scratches. Sometimes I swear Barley knows my routine better than I do.