When your cousin calls and says she has room for you to stay in her apartment in the Garden District of New Orleans, you jump in your car and drive eight hours.
NOLA, as the bumper sticker on the car parked in front of mine says, is the hometown of my mother's mother. Kay Kay as we called her, grew up not very far from where I am staying now. She lived her life in a culture that seems extremely different from my own. I am a vagabond- this is not the first time I took off on an adventure- and she was a beautiful southern bell.
I loved Kay Kay very much. She desperately tried to teach me how to be a lady. When she visited us in Texas she would always sleep in my room and keep me up really late telling me stories. She would kindly remind me that ladies do not keep messy rooms and taught me the importance of great fabrics. Her love for Asian art affected me so much I moved to China!
To me, Kay Kay is New Orleans and I intend to explore as much as I can.
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