I feel like a failure. I know I’m not one but I still feel it. I do. I’m tired of struggling. I’m weary of it.
its too fucking familiar.
I don’t want to leave New Orleans.
Leaving New Orleans for Houston feels like breaking up with passionate sex giving blue collar former “fuck up” for the already stable, moderately successful mediocre sex having good guy.
Maybe I’m over exaggerating. Maybe it won’t be so bad.z
I have a few friends that I’m on the same wave length with there and I’m familiar with Houston. I can get around pretty much with out the use of technology.
I feel like I don’t know its culture and its quirks.
Other than it being a hard city to leave.
It actually reminds me of how NYC is a hard city to leave.
The routine of it. The surrounded by people but still very much alone of it.
The quirk and pomp of it.
It gave me so much in such little time.
I already knew I loved it here but now I have a different kind of reverence for it in my heart. Something you only get living here.
Like the fascinating disarmament of a stern “how you doing?” and the genuine interest in the answer.
or the having your comfort zone tested because you’re in a room of strangers and still be willing and even encouraged to let my voice be heard.
New Orleans is special and the people in it even more so.
but I have to leave.
being underfunded and “alone” in a new city is no joke.
being underfunded ain’t no joke.
Thriving is the goal.
Thriving is the mission.
I want to thrive.