I've spent another day here in the Big Easy. You wouldn't really know it from my day.
I've had three meals outside my hotel room since I arrived here Friday night. All three at the same restaurant. It isn't that the place is bad or good, but there is so much to choose from here and I'm making the same choice every time. When I'm not eating out at that one place, I'm ordering in and hiding in my room. Sure, it's raining outside, but since when do I hide from the rain? I've never met anyone who embraces the rain more than I do, so that can't be it.
I'm hiding from life. I'm hiding from interacting. I'm isolated.
The past few months, I've been surfing a couch with a friend. It was good for us both. I had an apartment back in Arizona that I was still paying for, but it was an empty box waiting for the lease to run out. My friend needed me in her life, and I need to be there for her just as much as she needed me. But there wasn't a place for me to retreat. I couldn't disengage and recharge. I was a laptop with no power cable. Sometimes I had to be on, and other times I was in sleep mode, but I was never truly off, and I could never get more power. Right now, I think I'm charging. That's okay. It won't be forever, and even if I don't suck the marrow from New Orleans, I'll get through this and be ready to do so someplace else very soon.
If I approach this nomad lifestyle the right way, there doesn't have to be any pressure. I can recharge, refresh, and reinvigorate from the world around me. Let go of expectation, Sean. Release it and accept.
Tomorrow, I have an appointment with the passport agency. I don't foresee any difficulties, so I could quite possibly have a passport by tomorrow night. I've printed, filled in, collected, and otherwise prepared all the things that must be prepared, and I'm ready to go.