Still in the South (Part III)

I’ve bitched and complained about this very topic multiple times on this blog, perhaps ad nauseam. I really want to write out the whole story, if for no reason other than my own self-indulgence. Read on if you like, if you don’t care to hear me piss and moan about the past year of my life, I beg you: Please skip this post.



Our biggest reason for moving to New Orleans in the first place was to get away. Back in Lafayette, we constantly had people knocking on the door and calling on the phone to ask us to do things. Now, don’t get me wrong…we love hanging out with friends. We’ve got some of the best friends anyone could ever ask for; they’re friendly, intellectual, and lots of fun, but it seemed like time that took about a year just for ourselves.



I think the thing that gives me the itch to move once again is the opposite of what I just described.



I have always, as long as I can remember surrounded myself with good people. People I like and respect, and generally I try to be around a number of these people at the same time. I think I need to have close-knit group of friends available to me at all times.



For the first year, this didn’t bother me, but now I find myself really yearning for that feeling again. The feeling of companionship that comes from a small group of truly cherished friends.



I know that eventually we will probably end up moving to Portland.



We are both still enamored with New York, but the truth is that it’s just too expensive, and doesn’t really match our lifestyle.



In the meantime, I am really making a conscious effort to really enjoy New Orleans for what it is: a very interesting place.



New Orleans truly is a cool place to live. I think if I had that close group of friends that I described above here in New Orleans, I could live here indefinitely.