5 senses in New Orleans

[marathoner452]

I saw the brightly-colored houses of the Musician's Village.
I smelled a clean house ready for Thanksgiving tomorrow.
I felt overwhelmed by coming into my own and accepting responsibility for a sliver of the future of New Orleans by becoming a teacher.
I tasted pesto pasta for dinner because I was too lazy to do anything more for dinner than boil water for spaghetti.
I heard the voices of many friends telling me I'll be okay, that I can make it as a New Orleans Public School teacher.

Strength does not mean the absence of fear.  I moved 1100 miles from home to thrive and to make a difference.

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[marathoner452.livejournal.com]

I'll have to drive down there again and take pictures for you. It's only 10 blocks away.