While leaving my crush city after a quick weekend trip with my family, I do what I do every time we visit—I daydream about living there, becoming a local, becoming someone who can claim New Orleans as home. But I know it will never happen. My longing to be more connected to the people and culture and spirit of the city will swell like a river after a hard rain, but it will remain unsatisfied.
Which city is your crush city?
Also, take a few minutes to record an ordinary moment from today because our ordinary moments matter. I’d love for you to share your ordinary moment in the comments below. Or you can submit a few sentences about one of your ordinary moments and I’ll write a Days of Being entry to post online and on Instagram. If you’d like to participate, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Days of Being is a micro-memoir and micro-story project exploring memories and moments from our ordinary days. Multiple years are represented within the project celebrating what Madeleine L’Engle once said: “I am still every age that I have been.” Today’s micro-memoir is from one of my October 21s.