I’ve been here about three months now. It’s beginning to feel like home, again.
Having been away for 30 years, I’d forgotten much about the area, the people and the history of my home state. But in the time I’ve been back, I’ve been sweetly reminded of what could make any of us proud to say “Louisiana is my home”.
The folks here are genuine. They care. When they meet you on the street and ask “how are you?”, it is sincere. They hold dear family and faith. And everyone is family.
Chivalry is alive here. Being the somewhat old-fashioned, conservative southern lady, I like that.
One of my absolute favorite things of being back is that I am not accused of having an accent.