Baton Rouge, we’ve made it!
We’re approaching our nine year anniversary, and we should celebrate!
But before we raise a glass, we should reflect on our relationship. We’ve had our very own Ragin’ Cajun of emotions, but I believe it has made our connection stronger.
You know how they say the first year is the hardest? It was no different with us. Initially moving here fresh out of college with no real friends outside of my spouse and family, it was tough. Lots of life happened and I blamed you. It wasn’t your fault, but I continued to pick you apart and compared you old loves of the past. You weren’t clean like Knoxville. Not as familiar as Memphis. Not as safe as Omaha. Not flashy like Houston. I felt the distance between us but continued to go through the motions for the sake of my son. After all, his family was here. The thoughts of leaving continued to happen but I just couldn’t walk away.
I was complacent. But just like any successful relationship, you have to put in work. And I wasn’t putting in the work.
I visited your churches and found a home to worship. I made a point to research local restaurants and dine there. I joined a gym and built relationships in a positive environment. I put myself out there, and you accepted me despite how rocky our past was. I went to tailgates, parades, festivals, and concerts and started really appreciating who you are. I see your beauty when I’m on 1-10 at 4:45 on a weekday. I see your kindness Saturday mornings at the Farmer’s Market. I saw your resilience the entire summer of 2016. And wow. That just made me love you more.
Our relationship isn’t perfect, Baton Rouge, but it’s a work in progress. I’m proud to be with you. You are home. Even when Atlanta whispers sweet nothings in my ear, don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.
Baton Rouge is happy to have you!
Thank you! 🙂