Turning 29, you would think I was I would be panicking knowing that I’m only one year away from the big 3-0. Today doesn’t even feel like my birthday. I’m sitting in the airport for a flight that I had rescheduled for 8am instead of 2pm. It’s currently 4:30 in the morning, and my eyes feel heavy. I lay my head on my carry on book bag, and take a nap. The sound of a little kid wakes me up, and he’s the cutest little thing, just staring out the window, watching the snow fall on the planes.
A few hours later I find myself in New Orleans. My sneakers aren’t really my friends right now. When I arrive at my airbnb, my host Katie introduces me to Grace, who just landed as well. I ask Grace if she has eaten already and she gladly agrees to find some food with me.
I let her pick the place and we settle at a nice organic spot near Jackson Square.
I order a salmon Po Boy, while she goes for crab. Oh, my goodness… talk about delicious. We depart ways since she has a conference to attend to, and I decide to roam… give my feet more reasons to hate me.
Grace is an absolute doll. I mentioned that I was going on a ghost tour later that night, and she signed right up to join me! I was so looking forward to that. I know I needed sleep, but I was pushing through.
Birthday’s usually tend to be this big grand thing. I don’t have my birthday up on social media, haven’t advertised it in a few years. Though my day was nice and quiet, I have to thank God for my blessings. I am experiencing new food, in a new city, with new friend. God is good.