Goodbye, Louisiana! (For now)

When you are raised in the South, specifically, Louisiana, there is something nostalgic about crossing this bridge. For my family, this bridge means summer vacation is on the horizon. It means that the salty air, soft sand, and the sound of crashing waves are a few short hours away. As a child, I always knew that when we crossed this bridge it meant we were about to make happy memories. As an adult, I still feel that childish giddiness because I know we are destined for new happy memories. In just a few short hours, we will drive along Scenic Highway while Jimmy Buffet blares through the radio. We will have left behind the Oak trees and Cypress trees and traded them in for tall Palms. There will be no counting of the ice creams and the Cajun turkey sandwiches will be a lunch time luxury. It’s a simple thing, really. A small landmark signifying the good times that lay ahead.