Slurping wetly and noisily at the nourishment that is New Orleans
I’ve been busy surviving this thing called life lately, and avoiding the Realtor browse, neglecting my ritual self flagellation in the interest of sanity. Not only will I never be able to buy a house, I am no longer 100% positive I’d want to buy one in New Orleans, even […]
Though there are reasons to love all of New Orleans’s neighborhoods, I have a nostalgic sort-of fondness for the Lower Garden District, specifically the area around Coliseum Square Park. Maybe my adoration is due to too many nights spent swilling beer at the Half Moon or Saint, the numerous meals […]
When I moved from the Carrollton neighborhood and back to the Garden District three years ago, there was a house just a few doors down that had been almost wholly razed except for the foundation. As the months passed, construction began, and after a year or so, it almost looked […]
When I first moved to New Orleans from the Bay Area, I lived in a one bedroom in-law behind a gorgeous old house (that was broken up into apartments) in the Garden District. After long days filled with trying to find my furniture (now THAT’S a story) and sending out […]
Mom. Dad. I have a proposal. Sell your 1970’s, ranch-style track house in California and for half of what you gain from the sale, you could buy this house outright. Deal? I realize it would mean selling the house I grew up in and moving to a new and vibrantly […]