Wow, it’s been a really long time since I’ve blogged. A super duper long time. A lot has happened since I’ve put writing on hold.
The biggest thing that has happened was the move back home to NOLA. Oh, how I’ve missed this place. Even things I disliked about New Orleans – like the weather and the mosquitoes – I no longer care so much about. Living in Texas was nice. I mean, they really have it together over there. The school system is amazing. Well organized, knowledgeable and super nice people! That was the hardest thing to walk away from. But, I tell everyone that living in Dallas/Ft. Worth is like dating a really good looking person who lacks personality, charm, and culture. All things that are super important to me. New Orleans, even with the complaints and negative qualities, just has something we couldn’t stay away from. My heart ached for my city. For my family. For everything I had known my entire life. I just couldn’t get used to the new place no matter how exciting moving to a big, shiny new city should have been.
An outsider would be quick to say that moving was a big waste of time and money, but we definitely learned many valuable lessons that we never would have learned if we didn’t take that chance. We had great expectations for Carter and Vanessa. We researched a countless amount of hours for the best schools, the best neighborhoods, the best of everything for the kids. With Carter being Autistic and Vanessa being advanced, we had our work cut out for us. We felt like we finally found the perfect fit for them. They were gonna do great. We had great expectations for our own careers and future, as well. I was anxious about the possibilities that would be available for all of us. Moving away flooded me with a plethora of emotions. Not just for me, but for my family.
Our excitement quickly faded away into a heavy, black cloud. I missed home terribly. I missed my family, my friends, my city. There would be times that I would drive home from work after working 10 hours and I would just cry. I had a long drive, so I had the time to have a good cry and get over it before I got home at nearly 9 or 10 o’clock. I felt so lonely. So out of touch with everything. I just wasn’t myself, though many people wouldn’t know it because I just had to put my big girl panties on and take care of business. There’s no rest for a mom.
During our time in Texas, we learned so much. It was like we had an epiphany.
We learned that family is everything and money isn’t.
We learned that we prefer simplicity over anything extravagant or fancy. Sitting on the porch drinking a cold beer is much more appealing than going out partying.
We learned that life is short.
We learned that kids need their parents, not material things.
We learned that our city is amazing.
We learned that we spent so much time trying to have it all, that we didn’t realize we already did. Now we know.
We learned that it’s time to start actually living life.
We learned that we don’t need the best of everything.
We learned that it’s all about getting back to basics.
So, with all the valuable things we’ve learned, I would never call the move to Texas a mistake or an epic fail. Although, we did learn the hard way. A good shake and a knock upside the head was long overdue. Life makes more sense now. And I’m forever grateful to Texas for the biggest life lesson. Or should I say, lessons. I’m grateful for the opportunity to live with eyes wide open, no regrets, a clear mind and sincere happiness.
Cheers to living life in NOLA and enjoying every second of it!