(First things first, in my title, was choosing to not capitalize “is the” the correct choice? Help me out. What is capitalization? What is English?)
1. It’s got spirit.
The simplest thing like walking to Whole Foods from my job puts a smile on my face so huge, you’d think I just witnessed a unicorn birth. People sitting outside on their porches, families walking their dogs/babies (because leashed babies are things), couples jogging together, yogis prancing around with their bundle of kale and yoga mats, foodies stuffing their faces with sweets from local bakeries, musicians playing tunes, people reading. I love it. I love it all.
2. It’s relatively active.
As mentioned in the previous point, the people of New Orleans are relatively active! See, America? We don’t just sit around all day eating king cake. That only happens during Mardi Gras season. What a bunch of sillies. Every single day, I see cyclists, runners, gym-goers, pilates hotties, yoga babes, those awkward middle-aged women power walking, you name it. It brings me joy to see my fellow New Orleanians taking care of themselves.
3. It’s indulgent.
So indulgent. Even though most locals make it a point to exercise on the reg, we also make it a point to indulge on the reg. That’s why brunch was invented, and that’s why it rocks so hard. I mean, my idea of a good time is an hour long yoga class… followed by egg’s benedict with a shitload of bacon, amirite? New Orleans has restaurants out the you-know-what, and they are FANTASTIC (remind me to do a post on food soon). We have dessert shops that are so delicious, you get diabetes just by walking into the front door. It’s fab. And the alcohol… don’t even get me started on the alcohol.
4. We party. Hard.
I’d say 80% of the people I served this morning were hung over from White Linen Night, and I loved every single, squinty, don’t-talk-too-loud second. For those of you who aren’t from New Orleans, White Linen Night is an event that takes place downtown. Basically, you wear white clothes, get drunk, and look at art. ‘s cool. New Orleans is known for being a little boozy, and by a little, I mean we drink for breakfast, lunch, dinner, after dinner, snacktime, and we also have vodka IVs. They’re new. We have go-cups for Pete’s sake (*sidenote: who’s Pete?). What’s better than having a mimosa or twelve at brunch? I’ll tell you… nothing. There is NOTHING better than having one dozen mimosas at brunch.
5. We rest easy.
A lot of times, things can be pretty go, go, go here in the city. There’s always something to do, always something to celebrate. One thing New Orleans does NOT forget to celebrate, however, is leisure time. If you live in New Orleans and have a front porch and a clue about how to live life, then you know what I’m talking about. We like to chill here, whether that be on your porch at any hour of the day with a cup of coffee in hand or in a bar at midnight sipping on something completely unrelated to coffee (unless you drink that coffee-flavored liquor, which, honestly, gives me the creeps). Sundays are the day of rest. Sundays are for the Lord and walking around in your pajamas all day. New Orleans gets that. New Orleans gets me.
6. We’re friendly.
Don’t you hate when you travel somewhere new and try to make small talk with someone and they just stare at you like you’ve whispered, “Hey, I’m planning on robbing you in like, ten, ok?” ME TOO. Sometimes I forget that other places aren’t typically as friendly as New Orleans. I was at Whole Foods the other day grabbing some lunch, and the cashier up and had a five minute long convo with me about how much her baby boy loved sweet potatoes. We bonded, not only because sweet potatoes are the shit, but because she was friendly. People smile at one another on the streets. We hold doors open for other people. We chat up our neighbors, pet passersby’s dogs, treat friends to Crawfish Etouffe Fries from Dat Dog because, in our hearts, it’s what we want to do. I’m not saying New Orleans doesn’t have it’s loser-loser-whatever-get-the-picture-DUHs, but for every sourpuss you meet, there are one-hundred fantastic people just waiting to be your friend.
7. We’re married to our football team.
I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, New Orleans Saints fans are THE MOST LOYAL IN THE WORLD. The year the New Orleans Saints won the Super Bowl was the greatest moment in my life thus far. I’m not even kidding. I wept. I fell to the floor and wept. I also drove down the streets with my windows down and was chanting “Who Dat” with the rest of the city. Thinking about it gives me goosebumps. Omg now I’m crying…
8. We’re passionate.
The artists in this city are some of my most favorite people in all the world. Coffee shops support local artists by hanging their pieces on the wall for sale, displaying their CDs at the register for purchase, and hosting living room shows for musicians. You’ll meet actors so loyal to their city that they’ve started their own companies down here, and they’re thriving. Everywhere you turn, you see signs for a film set. Everywhere you go, you can hear someone playing an instrument. It’s amazing. New Orleans is so alive. It doesn’t matter what you do here, as long as you’re passionate about it. And we are.
9. There’s a place for everyone.
This point is pretty self explanatory, but I can’t stress enough how true it is. I have friends from all over the world who have come here to study, but have never returned home, even after their schooling has ended. New Orleans is so culturally diverse that anyone and everyone will “fit in”. I feel like there aren’t really any subgroups here. We’re all just here. Co-existing.
10. It’s home.
Once you’ve visited New Orleans, and if you’ve had the pleasure of living here for any length of time, then that’s it. New Orleans is within you. It’s kind of indescribable the way the city overtakes you. I think it’s a combination of all of the points I’ve listed. The friendly faces, the food, the partying, the resting, the activity, the spirit. It’s here, and it’s alive, and that is something you just can’t shake after experiencing it.
Visit New Orleans, but leave the drama for your mama.
Talk to y’all soon,
Official New Orleans Residential Recruiter*