I want more than anything (well, almost more than anything!) to move back to SW Louisiana or maybe SE Texas some day . . maybe not even til we retire. Vince has never had any desire to live down there — bugs, rain, humidity, no season changes — but that hasn’t stopped me from trying to convince him that it’s as close to perfect as we’ll ever find.
I have no doubt that Chad will end up back down there. That boy can fish 24/7. There’s hardly a day that he doesn’t go fishing but his real love is salt water fishing. I do believe if he could live off being a fishing guide, that’s what he’d do. He’s said that’s what he wanted to do for as long as we’ve been asking him what he wants to be when he grows up. I think it’s the “growing up” part that’s not coming so easy!
And now these back to back hurricanes are setting back my efforts at getting Vince to agree to move to SW Louisiana. As I’ve talked to my parents about their evacuation plans for the second time in about 2 weeks, I almost find myself thinking I’m sure glad I don’t live down there! Wait . . that’s not what I’m supposed to be thinking! Then I remember crawfish, crabs, ginger lilies, gardenias, authentic cajun food . .
Sorry to cut this post short but I have to go talk to Vince again about when he thinks we can move south! 🙂