Personal Narrative: New Orleans

The move wasn’t that difficult for me. Sure, I was sad to leave all of my friends and my great grandmother, but there was a whole new world waiting for me up there. In 2008, we drove 12 hours, leaving New Orleans, Louisiana behind and entering our new home, Charlotte, North Carolina. New Orleans only had one season: hot and humid. During what everyone else called “the winter”, it was just a little less hot and humid. During what they called “the summer”, it was extra hot and humid. But, no matter what month or day - it was always hot and humid. When I moved to Charlotte, for the first time in my life, I experienced all four seasons of the year. Countless trees would change their leaves into different colors. And after all the leaves fell, they would be replaced by little buds of green. There was also a magical event when cold, solid precipitation fell down from the sky, covering all of the earth’s ground with a beautiful blanket of white. The only solid thing that would ever fall from the sky in New Orleans was the occasional beads and cups thrown at you during a Mardi Gras parade. In North Carolina, we would huddle around the bright burning fire to keep safe from the cold weather. In Louisiana, we
New Orleans is the epicenter of cajun food, so there was no way the knock off Charlotte cajun food could even come close in comparison. From gumbo to Po'boys and fresh oysters to crabs, New Orleans had it all. Instead of eating turkeys and mashed potatoes for Thanksgiving, my family and friends would gather around the table with piles of crawfish in the center. For dessert, we would go to the local cafe and order fresh beignets, a fried dough covered with mountains of powdered sugar. Even the Popeyes tastes different in North Carolina than in Louisiana. They lost all of the spiciness and tanginess the chicken in Louisiana held. They may try to serve “Louisiana fast” but of course not “Lousiana