I've recently displaced myself from New Orleans; the first place that I had ever moved to, stayed and remained for 2 years and 6 months by choice.
It is a magical city where even the bars have amazing food but wanderlust resides in me and can strike as quickly and sporadically as a hunger pang. Out of no where, I must leave and I've done this my whole life. When I was in grade school, I would tell my peers that I probably wouldn't be at school the next day because I was moving.
And I'll continue to be on the move over the next few months and this is the place where I'm going to share with you my run-ins, mess-ups, ill-advised decisions and moments of pure joy--coupled with some great places that I've eaten and memories of plates once devoured.
Friends and family often ask how it is that I move so easily; how I get up one day and take flight to another location and make a home--or a makeshift home--and I can never put my finger on it. All I know is that I can be happy anywhere and I am happy anywhere and so in making new places my home, I'm creating a greater and greater comfort zone than I was ever used to before. Sooner or later, wherever I go will feel like home.
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