When I tell people around here where we call home next, the universal reaction is raised eyebrows. Before the two year anniversary coverage of Hurricane Katrina, I would hear a lot of "Oh, wow. Really?"
Compelled to explain why we would choose New Orleans, I say that the position is wonderful for Phill. We'll be closer to my mother's family. I've lived in hurricane regions before. Blah, blah, blah. To some people I would explain profusely. To others, I deadpan the "great position" line.
My friends, who know that Phill and I don't make rash life decisions, haven't questioned me about the rationale. I adore my friends. However, some of them may want to have glimpses of our decision making process.
Did I worry about the crime rate? Yes.
Did I worry about future flooding and infrastructure changes? Yes.
Did we discuss the fact that the city is sinking? Yes.
We also considered that New Orleans is in need of what Phill can offer in terms of medicine and care. When all the children are in school, I can lend my time to others helping the city and its residents.
In the end, while we worried that good sense was being bullied by a pioneering spirit to do something different, we both realized that we liked the idea of living in New Orleans. The city, rich in history, culture, and problems, will be our home. We may, though, get another big dog. This one will have to be meaner looking than White Dragon.
What about you? What was your reaction?