If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you’ll already know this: my husband Josh and I have never taken a trip by ourselves. Since our kids are now 10 and 12, this is kind of a big deal. Sooo…I decided to plan a surprise trip for him.
The destination: New Orleans.
The timing: August.
The surprise: well…
I had to tell him last night. Between our two jobs (we each travel a lot for work), our two regular life schedules, our kids’ camp and sports schedules, and potential social engagements (parties, camping, dinners with friends…) I just couldn’t hold the space on the calendar anymore. So I gave up. Unfortunately the way I told him about the surprise wasn’t the greatest…in fact, I blurted it out when we were in a fight. Luckily – even though we weren’t getting along very well at the moment – he was still excited about the trip.
Josh has never been to New Orleans. I’ve tried to explain the feeling of it to him, but it’s impossible. You kind of have to go to understand. It’s one of my favorite places in the world. From the time I was little, I’ve always known I would love it there. I remember being enchanted by the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland, riding it over and over and imagining myself to be on the Bayou in New Orleans. I remember reading Interview With The Vampire by Anne Rice and being mesmerized by her descriptions of the city. Finally, one of my best friends and I went there for the first time in 2011, and we’ve been back twice since then. It’s exactly the way I imagined it to be, and more. It feels like…home.
So, Josh and I are headed there in a few weeks, and needless to say, I’m really looking forward to it. I’m wondering what Josh will think of the city that I love so much. Will it have the same resonance with him?
I’m also wondering: have you ever traveled to a place that felt like home? Where was it? And what did you do (has anyone moved)??