What the Hell? How did I end up here????

Let me start off by saying people from New Orleans just do not leave. Its like an unwritten rule.  Ya born here, Ya die here. Stick a fork in your coon ass, YOU ARE DONE. WHY??? Roots run deep here in New Orleans, even more than we will ever realize.  It is an essence, a common pulse between the people that run through your veins, seeping into every pore.  You don't even know its there, that is.....UNTIL YOU GO.  The microscopic underwater fishbowl that seems all at once sexy, jazzy, slow and syrupy can easily turn thick, smothering, and smell slightly sour, just like you burned your roux.  SO you leave, taking for granted everything New Orleanians hold so dear, dragging it behind along with your luggage.   I left the Big Easy in June of 2010. Couldn't wait. I AM OUTA HERE!!!! NH here we come!! The pristine White Mountains of New Hampshire didn't know what hit'em.  The Who DAT's hit "Da Village". After a challenging year of foraging for wood and fighting forest life, we have now settled into Merklingen Village by way of Stuttgart, Germany. It's like Kenner to New Orleans....kind of........