house on Felicity Street

top photo: Mike demonstrating the ceiling height in my new house

middle photo: Coda, my fourth “roommate”

bottom photo: my room (an approximation)

ok, that third photo isn’t actually my room, because nothing is unpacked yet, but it looks very similar to that. i’m living in an old house on Felicity Street in the lower garden district, with 16-foot ceilings, white walls, exposed brick, and hardwood floors. it even has one of those gas lanterns out front that New Orleans is so famous for. i’ve got three roommates— one of whom is in my program at Tulane— who are very kind and friendly, and it’s great to have people around who know so much more about this new place than i do.

school starts tomorrow, and Mike’s flight is tomorrow as well. i’m nervous, excited, apprehensive and happy, all rolled into one (and so is he!). it’s easy to underestimate how profoundly overwhelming it can be to plan for something for a long time and then have it come to fruition.