When I say a
piece of my soul is in southern Mississippi; I mean it wholeheartedly. That
area was where I spent my summers growing up. It’s where I had my first
encounter with a ghost. It’s where I developed my fear of wasps after being
chased by dirt daubers. It’s where I learned about a totally brand-new culture
of life. In southern Mississippi it’s easy going and laid back. You spend your
afternoons under the porch with sweet tea and waving at everyone who drives by.
Much of the area is country except for the city of McComb. About an hour away
on I55 is New Orleans, and that’s a whole other story. NOLA has changed over
the years especially pre-Katrina. But the atmosphere is indescribable. If
anyone visits, the tours are worth it, and Bourbon is fine but there’s so much more
to do. DON’T venture outside of the French Quarter though. I hate
bridges but for whatever reason the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway never bothered
me. Take the Causeway up to Biloxi and you’re at the beach. I’ve been all up
and down those beaches so it’s only natural that I want to sprinkle some of my parent’s
ashes in the Gulf of Mexico. It was interesting growing up in two geographical
places. From eating butterbeans, eating King Cakes around my birthday if we went
down, seeing bayous and feeling comforted, and adjusting my life to extreme
humidity. At some point along the way, the area faded in the distance. In between being in California and then
traveling to the UK, I never really had time to visit NOLA. That part of my
life stays so close to my heart. New Orleans, I’m coming for you again! You
too, Biloxi!
Let’s begin
in Pricedale, Mississippi
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