I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do this, but ever since returning to New Orleans, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about where I was and how I got here. So I finally broke down and decided to keep a journal.
Being home is okay, but there are some things I can do without (like the fact my mom hasn’t changed a bit). Still, there’s something about staying in my room that’s comforting. I dusted off my old art kits and began painting again. People keep telling me my art is really good, but I don’t know. It does help me keep my mind off certain things and certain people, so that’s good. And I realized that I can paint and draw without having to be upset first. So right there that’s a positive, right?
I still don’t know what I want to do or if New Orleans is the place to do it in, but after this summer I am really happy to be taking a time out here at home. I guess I need to figure out a way to get my stuff that’s back in Pennsylvania, but I’m not going to worry about that right now. Right now I want to keep on painting and fall in love again with this beautiful city. I really missed it.
Starting Over?
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