Moving on Up to the East Coast

At the beginning of this year, I though I was going to be moving with my husband and cats into a camper and tramping around the country while my Don Quixote chased his windmills. Well, C. is Don Quixote no more, and at least for this year is working with battery cells and some solar power. I can’t think of a book or play involving these alternative energy sources, so he’s also lost his little nickname for the time being. Anyway, so yes, I dropped out of grad school and quit my beloved G.A. position to go on the road with my husband and then… my husband and I both ended up sitting around our small Louisiana town for at least two months before he even went back to work. And when he did, it was 2 week trips and he came home way more frequently than he ever had in our four years together. Basically, his job completely changed and the plans we made just didn’t work anymore with two week turn-arounds and a month or more between jobs.

At first, I was just kind of bummed about being stuck with no job or school in Thibodaux all the time. This town has no outdoor activities (hiking, lakes, good trails, batting cages- anything!), no movie theater, no bookstore, etc. etc. it’s a total void as far as I’m concerned. There are bars, a couple of chain restaurants, a Walmart and many gas station casinos and daquiri shops.
Those being my entertainment options, and trust me I have scoured the internet and bugged the locals for four years, those really are the options, I mostly left the house only to grocery shop or vacation far far away. Which kind of gave me an idea… the idea being to move far far away, back to a place like those I lived in before moving down here, but warmer. It needed to be near the ocean, have actual hills, be more centrally located so that C. could drive more and fly less, be closer to most of our family, and not too big of a city or with too high a cost of living. I worked on C. for quite a while and he finally agreed that it was only fair that we live somewhere that I chose for a while, since with his job we can live anywhere and I lived in Thibodaux for 4 years despite pretty much absolutely freaking hating it. I chose Hampton Roads and let C. have the last word on which city we would live in and he chose our fabulous apartment as well. These concessions worked out fine by me because he chose Hampton, VA which is on the Chesapeake bay about 45 minutes from VA Beach. He was looking for a smaller city with more reasonable rent and I was looking for the ocean, sidewalks on roads so that I could once again walk everywhere as I so love (and need!) to do, and actual entertainment/food/outdoorsy options. We found our perfect compromise, at least my optimistic heart is telling me this, and are all set to move in on August 8th.

I actually meant to write a tiny little post about how I thought my life was going to be all gypsy-on-the-road and instead its all medium-sized-city-with-a-beach in an apartment with free yoga. So, yeah with C.’s job it is really hard to make any plans, as we once again learned, but I think this change of plans, this rolling with the punches and punching back all the way to the beach thing is going to be a very very good thing. I can’t wait and I expect to make a lot more healthy lifestyle choices in VA since it’s way more feasible and fun when there are outdoor options. I’m thinking running, paddleboarding and yoga are going to be much better hobbies than netflix, hulu plus and amazon prime (those are still going to be in rotation, just much lighter rotation). Oh yeah and I want a weekend job. So many plans. I’ll definitely be posting more when we move, probably less text-heavy than this huge entry where I spilled all of the thoughts and details. Signing off now…

One last night in New Orleans

C. and I decided to spend one last day and night in New Orleans before we move 1300ish miles away. I had to drop him off at the airport for an emergency work trip to Tokyo (because his life is way more exciting than mine!). There were pretty heavy thunderstorms but we braved the rain and checked out the art in Jackson Square since some vendors were still there despite the weather. We ate delicious appetizers for lunch (I finally tried fried green tomatoes- they were so good!!) and ate dinner at my favorite restaurant ever- The Palace Cafe. We were back in our room at the Westin by 8, watching tv and ordering room service before an early bed time
since he had to leave at 5 am.

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The pictures of New Orleans are all from the rooftop pool on the 29th floor except the food and the night shot from our 19th floor window. It was a sweet and wholesome goodbye to a not all that wholesome city.

Laurel Valley Plantation

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Laurel Valley Plantation is described as “the largest surviving 19th and 20th century sugar plantation complex left in the United States”. It happens to be right here in Thibodaux, where I have lived for the last 3.5 years. It’s difficult to capture it in photographs… you can’t help but imagine all the lives lived there and the nature of those lives… it’s quite haunting.

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Cajun Village

I found a few gems at Cajun Village aside from the usual tourist trap shops, which there’s nothing wrong with, per se, but these bits were actually genuine and old and I thought they were cool. Some very old houses, a sugar cane harvester (I think), a 1900s era tractor and a 1930’s era tractor. I was happy to find the authentic antique cajun bits, I must not have looked closely enough previously. I believe Cajun Village is in Donaldsonville, Louisiana, at the intersection of LA 70 and LA 22.

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