So the Saints won . . .

but the best part of the day was my daddy texting all the way from Africa "Who dat say who dat!"

I miss my dad, everyday. I wish I could make gumbo with him and watch the Who Dats on Feb. 7th.

sigh.

I love New Orleans. It took a long time for me to understand why I didn't love it the first time I went. I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to understand my past, myself or anything.
It's time to go home.