Friday, May 11, 2012

N'awlins or Bust!

Relocating to New Orleans wasn't a hard decision for me.  It is the closest I can get to Europe in America, it’s in the South,  and it’s close to a lot of water. Check, check, and check.  My boyfriend, Aaron, and I sold all of our stuff, loaded up my Volvo station wagon national lampoons vacation style with our English Pointer, Roscoe, and departed from Winston-Salem, NC, buckling in for a treacherously insane 15 hour drive.  The tire almost ripped, the car almost overheated, and Alabama is mighty boring, but we made it to our hotel on the outskirts of New Orleans right after sunset.

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