Last days in Alaska were filled with multiple toasts and teary goodbyes – no full blown sobbing though, so I’d consider it successful. My last ‘Staff’ meeting included crawfish hats, Mardi Gras beads, Cajun music and Hurricanes (traditional New Orleans cocktail). Bittersweet doesn’t even begin to describe how I am feeling, beyond excited for a new adventure but a little heartbroken to be leaving home and the people that make it incredible.
My first impressions of Shreveport started at the gate in the Denver airport. While waiting for our 30 person flight, I counted eight pairs of cowboy boots and heard three references to the “Bama game.” There is no feeling like flying to place that will become your new home for the first time… having never been there before, I wasn’t sure what to expect and as the clouds parted this is what I saw. SO FLAT.
Our first stop was food. We went to a local diner that had been around since the 50’s and the food tasted straight from grandma’s kitchen — the epitome of Southern dining. Clayton was actually shocked that they offered any type of bread but white and to my pleasant surprise, my
side salad bowl of lettuce came with a full bottle of whatever dressing I ordered. Being that we’ve only traveled from the airport, to a local diner and Target, I haven’t experienced a huge dose of culture shock but more to come…
We spent the afternoon unpacking boxes and settling into our new (and first) apartment together. However, I was running on 2.5 hours of sleep from traveling all night so we quickly gave up, ordered Chinese and opened a bottle of cheap wine – is there any other kind? No better way to say WELCOME HOME.