The Most Jolly Tornado

So I have been getting along in NOLA. This city is definitely not my home yet. I am literally a foreigner: I don't speak this language, I don't know where anything is and the amount of times I fill up my car with gas is evidence of how lost I get, I don't know what this food is, and the way I stand around awkwardly while other people do their crazy, loud greetings shows that socially I just don't fit in. Here are some examples:

Language
NOLA has different words or phrases than we use up north.

The itis = food comma
Smart in the mouth =  smart mouth
Stay down = don't get on the high way

Also, I usually don't understand about 20% of what native New Orleanians say. For example, I picked up my friend Ebonee (born and raised New Orleans) so we could meet our friend who lives off Carrollton. I was asking Ebonee the quickest way to get to Carrollton, but it turns out I was pronouncing the street like Carl-ton, when really it is pronounced Care-olton. Small difference but apparently big enough so that native New Orleanians might think you're talking about a person and not a street if you say it incorrectly.

Greetings
My normal greeting for a friend is a hug and a "how are you!?". Not here. When people from New Orleans greet each other it is one of the loudest, jolliest occurances you'll see. It's like the most jolly tornado erupts once a friend walks through the door: a loud "HEYYY GIRL!!!!", a big ole hug, some joking around, some picking fun, asking about the family, everything loud. I usually stand there extremely awkwardly because even if I tried to fit in, I just can't. I'm not even joking, it's like I could say or do the same thing they do to each other to one of them and they would have no idea what I was saying or doing. I just don't have the New Orleans tornado within me.

Food
I don't really know what the menus mean. Also, even though I'm not vegan any more, I don't want to pay $10 for andouille sausage when realistically I'd only eat like $3-$5 worth. New Orleanians also really love pickled things. I'm not trying to knock it, but it kinda looks really gross. and I probably won't ever try it.

ew pickled everything GROSS

Also of note, look at how they spell ketchup. Weirdos.

So basically I have been hanging out a lot with Americorp people and exploring the Marigny and Bywater area, and it's really fun! For Halloween  Marta had a potluck and then we went out to Frenchman St which was overwhelming. This past weekend was super fun! Friday we went to Frenchman St again and ate a burrito, and then Saturday we went dancing at Maison and it was SO FUN!! I love dancing!! Then we got late night food (like 3am late night) at a place called 13 also on Frenchman and they had Tachos (tater tots with nacho fixin's) which made me homesick for Fardowner's Tachos in Crozet. I miss my home sometimes.  

I also FINALLY saw Rebirth Brass Band at the Howling Wolf (so perfect for me, right??). It was great. But considering I get up at 5am every morning and go to bed at about 9:30pm, my tendency is to be socially useless after about 10pm because I'm so sleepy, so I've had to learn to break out of that. 

Otherwise, work is going well. I'm still getting beat up with cuts and bruises everywhere. I also got shocked this week! 240V baby, I aint playing. We did a lot of trim out this week which was fun - putting on cover plates, installing lights and appliances. Sometimes I can't believe I have 10 months of this. 

And now for some miscellaneous stuff. 

Vanilla spice cupcakes with pumpkin pudding on top! Tis the season!

Beautiful flowers are a site I was working at in NOLA East. They changed color every day!

Found this website. I'm still in love with Detroit.

Flat tire - womp womp

My final thoughts on the past two weeks are this: at first I was feeling super lonely because I feel geographically (because of where I live) and socially isolated from the people who I can share this "new" experience with - the other Americorp people who I started St. Bernard Project with. I get along great with my room mate and my other friends from church, but they are all settled in their lives here - I can't share all the feelings of being overwhelmed and confused and excited about being in a new city with them. But once I started hanging out with Americorp people more, I feel like I have peers to go through this with, and it makes me feel like I have a home base and that I'm starting to build my New Orleans family. Overall, I feel like the most loved girl in New Orleans between all the support and encouragement and protection and consideration I get from all my friends. New Orleans is looking up and I feel really happy here.