Dear New Orleans,
It’s been two years since I’ve been to visit you, and I want to go back so badly it hurts. I want to walk down Bourbon Street, step into a night club, and maybe eat some beignets. Oh, and definitely get some fried chicken because for some reason, it tastes like magic in your city.
Unfortunately, Mardi Gras, spring break and COVID-19 have taken it’s toll on your city and it breaks my heart to pieces. Your city isn’t made for social distancing. It’s made for get togethers, jazz shows in small venues… and beignets. Let’s not forget the voodoo priestess who told me I have 97 years of bad karma to live through.
I’m crossing my fingers and toes that you mostly come through this undamaged. You survive hurricanes on a frequent basis. You can survive this too.
Love,
Kristen
