When I drive over the bridge heading east into Baton Rouge at night, the lights of hundreds of far-off, tiny skyscrapers greet me. For a split second I squint and pretend I'm entering New York City or Tokyo.
Then I crest the bridge and realize I'm staring at glittering oil refineries and entering Baton Rouge: college town, state capitol, traffic nightmare, home to awkward teenage memories.
But past the skyscraper mirage, I can see Tiger Stadium and the LSU campus, and the small but revamped downtown where I got married. And my memories of this place consume me and make me think that maybe it's better than any metropolis.
In small doses, anyway. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
When we move, I'll miss our proximity to my home and college town. The spirit and energy at LSU on a game day; the peacefulness of playing golf with my dad (aka watching him play) at the crack of dawn; spending time with friends so close that you can lay in bed for hours and giggle about absolutely nothing; the anticipation of finally setting foot in an Anthropologie and a Whole Foods again.
PS, a little video from campus 2 weekends ago.
Song is "Louisiana Saturday Night" by Benjy Davis project and for the sake of I have no idea who my youngest readers are, let's just say the lyric is "turn the funky radio up"...
movie moments
antique stores
nice people
lunch date
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this post makes me happy....and reminisce about times we had together...like these: https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/photos-ak-ash1/v10/180/9/23425290/n23425290_30832686_1134.jpg
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ReplyDeleteI absolutely LOVE your videos! So much fun and that scooter/cooler thingy? Awesome!
ReplyDeletei love the golf course pictures - I'm not a golfer myself (I'm usually the one messing around or driving the cart) but I love the peace and serenity qualities in those photos.