This past weekend I chance to visit home.  It’s so different when you move away from home, it’s seems like there isn’t enough time for anything, you want to be everywhere, but when I was a resident, I hardly wanted to leave the house somedays. If anything I really miss the southern hospitality. Yes, I’m in what’s still considered to be the south, but New Orleans take hospitality to another level. Even the “thugs” are sweet and courteous. Everyone speaks, it may be a “wats up, good morning, or whaaah, you still get something. Other states it’s like prying teeth to get a greeting. It’s kinda easy for me, because I kinda force people to be nice, I try to give loads of energy when I walk up to people they can’t help but to speak to me..

My visit was short, but awesome. I had a wonderful time, spent time with my baby boy (who decided to be a daddies boy this school semestor, I’m still sad over that), my hilarious family (esp my aunt with her beer in a jelly jar telling me Keisha Cole and her family don’t have the class our family has,lol) I love my family so much, I was able to drink half of my favorite daiquiri ”Tropical Colada” (half because I’m not as tolerant to acohol as I was before, it takes a hold on me quick, I think it’s because I started kinda young, because I’m not old, so that’s not the excuse) and to end the weekend I  was invited to a real Christmas house Party, top notch (they had toys for ALL the kids and the office staff, the food was endless and the again the hospitality was overpouring)!  I’m still shocked I didn’t eat as much as I usual do… Overall I had a really great time, and my grandmother is doing extremely well after her surgery. Maybe in a couple of weeks I’ll click my red heels for another weekend home…..