I walked into one of my most frequented restaurants tonight and swore that the artwork was new. Do you ever do that? Notice something that you never picked up on before? I’ve been to this place at least 50 times and can’t take my eyes off the calla lily print on the wall. What gives?
One of the books I read earlier this year, The Art of Travel, reminded me to find the extraordinary in the ordinary – to travel locally in the same manner that I would travel abroad. To keep my senses just as awake during a routine outing, as they would have been on a windy day atop the Aran Islands. Shout out to Zelda Hallman, btw, for throwing this book my way. I never would have read it otherwise. THANK YOU.
I’m trying to get better at this – enjoy the everyday more. To stop trying to escape Birmingham, and instead, find myself here. When work gets rough, my first instinct is to book a trip elsewhere. I’ve already got Austin down for this summer, hoping for Portland in the Fall, and Taiwan this Winter. Clearly, I have an addiction to getting the heck out of dodge.
In hopes of getting better at the whole “keep it local” theme, I’ll try to dedicate more time to what’s in and around Birmingham. After all, I did move back to Birmingham in hopes of falling in love with the city that raised me. I promise to post more about local people and places.
In the meantime, however, let’s view pics from my first trip to New Orleans! 😉