It first, I didn’t want to go, but my inner child was craving for a new experience so I joined my sister and mom on a road trip to New Orleans!
I was in a creative rut. I couldn’t find the direction I wanted to go with my art and fiction, but I kind of had a clue where I wanted to end up. The block that was before me was a need to write safely and I’m tired of writing that way.
The drive took a total of 9 hours. My older sister was behind the wheel, super calm and composed when she drove over bridges. My acrophobic ass would’ve been driving 40 mph in a 90 lane with intrusive thoughts running through my mind.
We stayed at the Canopy, by Hilton. DO NOT PARK IN THE PARKING LOT BEHIND THE BUILDINGS. Not even to check in under the guise of being away for about ten minutes. We came outside to find boots on all four wheels on about five cars.
We spent three days in New Orleans walking the streets and sightseeing all of the beautiful art. I ate my first sea food platter and left nothing behind. It was so delicious.
All in all, this weekend getaway was just what I needed to spark my creative flow. The city has something special to it that’s really spiritual. I wish I would’ve done a bit of research on the history of New Orleans before going I felt it all around me, weight heavy on my mind on what I wanted to create. I think I was searching for my subject. A muse per say that I can create works of art around. I noticed everything mystical was pulling me into their space.
Crazy story: I took a picture in a voodoo shop and immediately felt this veil that was over my eyes get snatched away. There was NO PHOTOS signs everywhere, I apologized over and over again, but felt so guilty. Luckily the security guard gave me a sense of reassurance that everything was alright.
Definitely will be returning sometime in the future.
