Dear Louisiana,
For the past year you have let me use you as the place I escaped to, the place I came to when I left home and had no where else to go. You allowed me to experience what it's like to live out of the city, and to live surrounded by woods and swamps. I cannot begin to explain how beautiful your Spanish moss covered oak trees, your alligator inhabited rivers, and your golden-orb weaver infested woods are. Never before have I felt so serene when left alone to venture out on my own. Your woodlands grasped my soul and taught me something it would have taken me years to learn in California. The humid air and constant drizzling didn't bother me at all, in fact I welcomed it and begged it to stay.
The town in which I settled in, is somewhat small and the community that resides here may not be the smartest I have encountered, but they all had something to teach me. Although their lives may be difficult, and I was constantly reminded how disgruntled everything can get, when you take a step back and use your time to think about it all, you can come to realize that life here is quite simple. There's nothing wrong with that. I'm almost certain that the townsfolk were born and raised here, and that their offspring will linger as well, but there's comforting to know your taking the same steps that your great grand-father did.
But, not all of my stay here was blissful. One of the first things that caught my attention when I relocated into Pearl River, was the abundance of crosses on the sides of the roads. I can almost promise that every 10-15 feet another cross will be resting in the memory of someone who had passed away. When I took the job at your popular gas station on the corner of two highways, it opened my eyes to the amount of alcoholics and ignorance. I can not tell you how many times someone had argued with me about the civil war, or the civil rights movement. It became so constant, it was depressing to realize how much cruelty someone can hold towards another person. One time my co-worker and I were discussing politics, particularly on the subject of Obama running for president. A customer had listened in, and reported to the manager that he was disgusted and refused to purchase from our store any longer, because we were communicating positively on his campaign. The next day she and I came across a sign in the back room stating that if any person were to discuss politics at work, they will be immediately terminated without further notice.
So, I regret to inform you that I will no longer be residing here. A lot of my decision to leave is based on unfortunate events at home, and a very little on the unfair rules pressed against me in public areas. Please do not hold this against me, may I remind you that I am in fact very much in love with this state. I just believe that it's time for me to move on. You've taught me a few lessons, and now I need to search for more answers to my questions. My move will be coming very soon, and I do feel remorse for never traveling down to your pride and joy, New Orleans. Many of times have I dreamed of seeing the french quarter and the strong cultural influence, but lack of transportation prevented me from ever knowing what that is like. Maybe my next trip around will expose me to that side of you, and yes I do plan on returning, but it will not be to live here. I wish you the best.
Sincerely,
Cassy Wells
Resident
For the past year you have let me use you as the place I escaped to, the place I came to when I left home and had no where else to go. You allowed me to experience what it's like to live out of the city, and to live surrounded by woods and swamps. I cannot begin to explain how beautiful your Spanish moss covered oak trees, your alligator inhabited rivers, and your golden-orb weaver infested woods are. Never before have I felt so serene when left alone to venture out on my own. Your woodlands grasped my soul and taught me something it would have taken me years to learn in California. The humid air and constant drizzling didn't bother me at all, in fact I welcomed it and begged it to stay.
The town in which I settled in, is somewhat small and the community that resides here may not be the smartest I have encountered, but they all had something to teach me. Although their lives may be difficult, and I was constantly reminded how disgruntled everything can get, when you take a step back and use your time to think about it all, you can come to realize that life here is quite simple. There's nothing wrong with that. I'm almost certain that the townsfolk were born and raised here, and that their offspring will linger as well, but there's comforting to know your taking the same steps that your great grand-father did.
But, not all of my stay here was blissful. One of the first things that caught my attention when I relocated into Pearl River, was the abundance of crosses on the sides of the roads. I can almost promise that every 10-15 feet another cross will be resting in the memory of someone who had passed away. When I took the job at your popular gas station on the corner of two highways, it opened my eyes to the amount of alcoholics and ignorance. I can not tell you how many times someone had argued with me about the civil war, or the civil rights movement. It became so constant, it was depressing to realize how much cruelty someone can hold towards another person. One time my co-worker and I were discussing politics, particularly on the subject of Obama running for president. A customer had listened in, and reported to the manager that he was disgusted and refused to purchase from our store any longer, because we were communicating positively on his campaign. The next day she and I came across a sign in the back room stating that if any person were to discuss politics at work, they will be immediately terminated without further notice.
So, I regret to inform you that I will no longer be residing here. A lot of my decision to leave is based on unfortunate events at home, and a very little on the unfair rules pressed against me in public areas. Please do not hold this against me, may I remind you that I am in fact very much in love with this state. I just believe that it's time for me to move on. You've taught me a few lessons, and now I need to search for more answers to my questions. My move will be coming very soon, and I do feel remorse for never traveling down to your pride and joy, New Orleans. Many of times have I dreamed of seeing the french quarter and the strong cultural influence, but lack of transportation prevented me from ever knowing what that is like. Maybe my next trip around will expose me to that side of you, and yes I do plan on returning, but it will not be to live here. I wish you the best.
Sincerely,
Cassy Wells
Resident
captainhowdy2007:
well Hurricanes are not fun im headed towards deridder than shreveport to escape