Saturday, December 29, 2007


I've got so much to catch up with ya'll on......but I'm not ready to go into all of that yet. So, as a diversion - I'll talk about something that's been on my mind for a minute.

Is home ever what you remember it to be?

While I'm here in Ohio I miss home(New Orleans). I miss the scenes I have in my head. The stored memories. I miss the way the people sound and look. They sound familiar and they look familiar. The women and girls look soft and genteel. They carry themselves a certain way....they are charming and beautiful. The men are strong and homey, they're hard working and charismatic.

I went home for a visit Thanksgiving week, and apparently those memories don't match with the New Orleans of today. There's something different about it now. The young ladies look hard, all weaved up and covered in crazy looking clothes. The women look older than they used to. The young men are not familiar to me at all. Their pants are down around the bottom of their butts, I'm serious, all the way down there! The men look different too. I can't even explain how.....but different.

I miss the way it used to be and in my head I pretend it still is. It's not though - it's not like home.


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Beholden said...

How big are the odds that I would find the blog of another sista from New Orleans living in Ohio? I almost cried when I found your blog.
And I agree with you--it isn't the same is it? I wonder if home is never what it is to you, but always that. kWIM? The things I remember about the city and holiday time there are not what my best friend necessarily calls home, but they are to me. Peace. Love your blog, I'll be checking back to see what Angie says...