Those of you who have reading this site over the last weeks and months may have gleaned that, although I am much enamored of the city, history and life style of New Orleans, I don’t actually live there.
As only an outsider can . . .
I guess my infatuation with the Big Easy is the kind that only an outsider can generate. When I told someone who went to college near NOLA of my starting this blog about New Orleans his response was “Why?” It didn’t seem to him to be that interesting.
So, I’m not from New Orleans. I’ve visited there three or four times every year for the last 3 years. I have been there in all the seasons. I’ve participated in the festivals (which I written about here) and fully embraced the life style. I’ve expanded my roaming to outside the French Quarter and Central Business District, the CBD, to gain an appreciation of the city and it’s neighborhoods. I’ve soaked up the history and culture. My wife is doing her Masters thesis on the historic St. Louis Cemeteries in the city. We are New Orleans-ophiles.
Now, as my retirement date approaches, we decided to make the big leap and move to New Orleans, committing ourselves fully to this, up till now, long distance romance with the Crescent City.
Once made, this decision spawns a big question; how does one do this retiring to New Orleans? How do you walk away from 25 years in one place and move to a totally different city. My wife and I are not the kind to just throw everything in the back of the Kia and drive there.
Did I say question? I meant questions . . .
Where do I decide to live? What are the mundane things like taxes for a retiree? Will I need two cars or can I survive with one. For that matter, what’s parking like? Where do I shop for groceries? And what’s all this about renters paying the water bills?
So, over the next few months, I’ll share our the experience and knowledge we gain as we transplant ourselves from the Northeast to the Big Easy.