Plans in the Makin'

I've been talking about moving to New Orleans for years.. I've been talkin' about it for so long that I think everyone ignores me when I bring it up. I'll say I'm moving and they say "Pfft!" Well I'm movin' for real this time. I first brought it up with Mischa.. the plan was to actually get a place with her but ya know, there's something about breaking up with a person that just kinda kills that buzz. So I'll be going it kind of alone.

Now, I'd talked to her about it first but the real planning began when I was at Robin's last weekend, on April 11th. I'd mentioned I wanted to finally get out of Mobile but want to stay in the region. Naturally my first instinct is "New Orleans!" but then I thought.. well, how about Biloxi? Gulfport?

How about "hell the fuck no?"

If I'm going to spend the money to move and turn my life upside down then I'm gonna do it the right damn way.

Robin is ridiculously supportive.. I mean we both want to be in Louisiana. It feels more like home to me than Alabama ever has or ever will. Free spirits and free minds don't have a place here, the entire culture is centered around conformity and hypocrisy. If you don't agree then I'm sorry to inform you that the Alabama Mind Control Center (read: Baptists!) have all ready broken you and ya need to get the hell off my page. You could totally go one step further and just go drown yourself. That'd be cool, too. More oxygen for the squirrels.

My other obstacle, from a familial sense, was my dad.. I wasn't too sure how he'd take to me leavin'. So I mentioned it today, with a certain degree of trepidation, and his response is.. that it's a good idea and that it's time I got the hell out of Mobile. Did I mention my dad's side of the family is originally from New Orleans? It's home to all of us and I don't think there's a fuckin' cock-suckin' Baptist among us. Buncha Lutherans, dad's side is.

So I have my dad and my sister backin' me.. I haven't told Tim but I can well imagine how he's goin' to respond. Now it comes down to findin' work.

I hadn't been aware of it, honestly, but New Orleans is a freakin' medical hub in the area. I think between the three parishes that make up the area, there's over a dozen hospitals. Not including the ones being constructed. Anything in the medical field is very high in demand, especially if ya don't have drug and drinkin' problems. So long as I don't find a permanent supply of nitrous oxide then I'm good to go! The amount of work I've found there, just for techs, is amazing. There's more openings at one hospital than I've found in all of Mobile and Baldwin county combined.

The other more obvious choice of work in New Orleans is food and beverage. I've been wanting to try this for a while.. I love cooking but I don't like the cleanin' up afterwards. Robin has connections over there that'll get me at least in the door.. yes, probably washing dishes at first but ya gotta start from the ground level and, in the kitchen, that means washin' dishes. Then ya go from there. Or I could do bartending but.. well, we shall see where this goes.

Point being is that I finally have some direction in my life and the more I think about it, the more excited I get day by day. I can't think of any other time in my life I've felt so inspired or ambitious as I do now and I'm not lettin' a mother fuckin' thing hold my back. I've always came up with excuses or reasons to not move.. and it's not that hard to continue finding excuses. Really isn't. There's always a reason to do or not do somethin' and them days are over. Over, I say!

On an ending note, is it kinda weird that I was ridin' in the car with dad, listening to ZZ Top, and he didn't recognize it til La Grange came on? I mean, should I be worried that my dad associates ZZ Top with the whorehouse song? Hmm.

I loves my family.. small as it may be.