I have been overcome with a sudden desire to purchase every New Orleans thing I see. If it has a fleur de lis, I want it. Tshirts, magnets, jewelry. New Orleans artwork and photographs. Foodstuff. CDs. Christmas ornaments. Books.
I want to grab hold of this place and not let go. To take with me all that I can get my hands on.
For the most part, I've managed to control myself. Except for the CDs. My CD collection has grown a lot in the last month or so.
I will probably give in a bit here at the end. Buy a few of the things I keep coming back to.
I'm afraid, though, that if I take too much of NOLA with me... if I hang too much of it on my walls, around my neck, from my Christmas tree... that it will make me more heartsick. Do I need that kind of constant reminder of what I've left behind? How will I embrace my new home if I am constantly yearning for the old? Who will understand these earrings outside of New Orleans?
I can't put NOLA in a box. I can't wrap her in paper and hope she doesn't break, then take her out and install her in Michigan. New Orleans is here.
And in my heart. Always in my heart.