Time flies when you're having fun. I just realized it's been 30 years since my life-changing decision to move to New Orleans. I thought it was just a temporary thing - going to UNO for a degree in Urban Studies. I thought I'd be able to keep one foot on the platform, while the other foot was on the train. But, no. It turned out to be a difficult, painful move as I left my boyfriend, other friends, my job and my dog.

Nevertheless, I was smitten by the city that has stolen so many hearts. I waxed romantic in August 1979 with this -

New Home New Orleans

Sunset in neon
chased by a
full fluorescent moon
-summer night in the City.

A cricket-chorus hums
through power lines,
pierced by the siren’s
nightingale song
-life lines in the City.

The City sighs
moist breath
against my skin.
Night’s darkness
encircles my eyes
-night owl in the City.

Oil colors on black velvet
fade to daylight grey
‘til One Shell Square
burns off the morning haze
-life times in the City.

For all that has been, thanks. For all that will be, yes.
Dag Hammarskjold