Back to New Orleans tomorrow.
When I'm in Houston, I'm surrounded with love. And histories. And I know that my family will be in New Orleans in 2 weeks to see my show, so I really shouldn't fret much, but it still sucks, because it's not the same. I'm COMFORTABLE here. I'm happy, I can wake up and see my dog and think our neighbors are creepy and when I see the people I know I can absolutely trust that they are genuine.
Life in New Orleans is not living. I have nothing genuine there. I want to sing and tap dance and not be looked at like a freak for it. I can embrace I am completely 100% nuts and probably won't get along with 90% of the people I encounter in life. But I have found people I get along with. Splendidly. And it's so stupid for me to leave all of that just so I can feel like a pretentious snob when I say I went to some ritzy Catholic school. I'm not too good for Houston. How incredibly pompous to say so. Houston is love. Houston is comfort. Houston is protection. And New Orleans is the "descent into Hell".
