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| A view of Carrollton Avenue from the streetcar |
At the intersection of Palmer Park and Carrollton, the palm trees end and the oaks begin (but they end too, further down and over on St. Charles).
I came to New Orleans after ten years (more or less, with a brief hiatus abroad) living in St. Benedict, Louisiana.
There my life was directed by an horarium (literally) and circumscribed by a 1200 acre loblolly and part deciduous forest (we had both low-lying magnolias and tall proud pines).
I was a seminarian destined to be a Benedictine and a priest. But, that career choice did not quite bloom into a permanent life decision. My advent into the secular world was a half transition.
I had a car and a bachelor's pad but I still worked for the Church - a la the Christian Brothers.
I like to say my last two years as a civilian have been my own Teach for America.
I turned in my last lesson plan last week, said goodbye to my adorable students, and have decided to rid myself of Nola.
The next few weeks will be a transition time for me.
If you've been a faithful reader of stones of erasmus, I thank you.
I will continue to post, of course. I disconnected my home Internet so my online forays are limited to iPhone 3G splendor and desperate dashes to the corner hot spot (password: shangrila).
I'll try to document the transition to the best of my ability.
Be assured unsolicited words of encouragement are welcome.
P.S.: I'm not sure where I'll be living in the Big Apple but I'm eyeing anywhere along the Red line in the Bronx or even Morningside Heights. I've even considered Staten Island, Jersey City, and Harlem.
