I love living in beautiful Vancouver (see previous post for further confirmation of my love) but, I'll admit, I sometimes get "other-city-sick". I'm the kind of girl who tends to leave a little piece of her heart in every place she visits. There are days when I just get this longing in my soul to hop on a plane and fly to another city, just for the weekend, to soak up all the good things it has to offer. Right now, I am definitely, unquestionably, without a doubt longing for New Orleans.
Ah, New Orleans. Land of po-boys and pralines and sweet tea and Bourbon-braised ribs. That magical jazz wonderland where magnolia trees blossom and trolleys take you on leisurely drives through the Garden District. Home of the late great Louis Armstrong - really, need I say more? Do I know what it means to miss New Orleans? Yes, yes I sure do.
None of those photos are mine - click on the image to be taken to the original source. (That's right, I give credit where credit is due)
I'm not gonna lie - I am seriously considering a trip to New Orleans this fall.
I just miss it so much. :(
Do you ever get "other city sick"? If so, where does your heart pull you toward?
xo
