If you’ve made it to this part of my website, you probably have read my Bio page or you know a little bit about me. And if you fall into any of these categories, then you know not only that I was born and raised in New Orleans, but just how much I am in love with that city. This is a special time of year for New Orleans, it’s Carnival time.
Growing up, Mardi Gras was high on my favorite holidays list. On the surface, Mardi Gras seems like a rather adult holiday; one to guard your children from at all costs. However, as a child growing up with it, Mardi Gras was about the sights and sounds of the floats and marching bands in parades, days off from school, the feeling of wonderment with each string of beads or other seemingly cheap throws we would catch, and, most importantly, spending time with family and friends. This is my first Mardi Gras living outside of South Louisiana and I’ll admit it, I’m a little homesick. In Northern Virginia and the rest of the world, it’ll be just another Tuesday.
Yet, although it may be just another Tuesday, I woke up this morning and went to work with that same sense of excitement I used to have as a child. There were no floats to watch or beads to catch but something about the day just felt special. Isn’t that what holidays are all about? That feeling that something special is happening on a day that is, at its core, the same as any other. I guess that’s just something else I can thank New Orleans for. An extra day of happiness and celebration for being alive.
I believe Chris Rose, author of 1 Dead in Attic, put it best, “You can live in any city in America but New Orleans is the only city that lives in you.” Let the good times roll y’all and I hope to spend Mardi Gras with everyone back home soon.