My mom and her side of the family is from New Orleans, Louisiana. Growing up I would always hear her and my grandmother talk about “back home”, a place I had only visited as a little kid. From zydeco to gumbo to Mardi Gras to the French quarter, New Orleans was always such an elusive place full of rich culture that I never got to experience myself. I recently was able to visit myself for a few days and it felt like coming home. Something about walking down bourbon street during mardi gras brought me back to all the conversations with my mom and all her stories from living in New Orleans.