So, I just moved into my wonderful YAV house for the year. I’m living with 7 other women in a house on Zimpel Street that is in the Uptown area of New Orleans (read: not super shady and rather safe). This is the fourth city I’ve called home in the past month, so I’ve been living out of huge suitcases and off of questionable airport Chinese food for a while now. It’s nice to be settled.
On our first night here, we went to Frenchmen Street and heard John Boutté sing. This is a great link and, I mean honestly, what spiritual, middle-class white person doesn’t love Hallelujah? Whether you prefer Leonard Cohen, Rufus Wainwright, Jeff Buckley, Brandi Carlile, or k.d. lang, you know you have a favorite. Well, this version was pretty powerful. There were people crying in the audience. I was mostly trying not to swat at the goobers that were singing along.
Since then, we’ve gone through a week of orientation in Stony Point, New York, another week of orientation in New Orleans as a part of our new beautiful community, and still another orienting week at our volunteer placements. I learned how to dismantle a table saw today, y’all.
I can’t wait for this year and the wonderful work we’ll be doing. I know I’m going to grow, change, and trip up a lot in the coming months. As my favorite hymn says (sorry it’s not more obscure, I’ll do my best to show you how interesting I am later): “[I’m] prone to wander, Lord I feel it; prone to leave the God I love.” I’m definitely inclined to do both of those things, but hopefully after wandering and leaving I’ll eventually find my way to something worthwhile.
Until next time.