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So now since I’m done with work here’s the story on how i moved here.
From 2013-15 I visited NOLA eight different times. Including this one time when @jpretus @NewsCarolyn @nolanolegal and my cousin @bronze504 came on the podcast.
Weeks after I came here for the seventh time I applied for Rising Tide. At the time it didn’t enter my mind about moving here.
After I was here for a comedy showcase in April of 2015 my great aunt died. Mind you, this was my favorite aunt on my dads side and nobody contacted me about her dying until the funeral.
Day of the funeral I’m told I’m a pallbearer. I get angry because I lived around the corner from my other aunt and wasn’t told anything by my relatives. Not even my dad called me about it.
I’m told to my face that all I cared about was the people of New Orleans which in turned took me aback because I couldn’t up and take off work because of a funeral.
That very same week I’m accepted to Rising Tide to speak about the Tulane basketball scandal. It was right then and there I made a decision that I wasn’t coming back to Memphis.
The only ppl that knew were people down here. I kept it shielded from my family until the last two weeks I was in town.
The moment I told my mom I was leaving town I was basically forced to write all the numbers of places I was going to be at while I was here.
The moment I told my mom I was leaving town I was basically forced to write all the numbers of places I was going to be at while I was here.
She basically made a threat to come look for me (which she once did) in the city if I didn’t answer my phone.
August 27, 2015 comes and I boarded a train here. And didn’t look back.
To sum it up, while @panarmstrong is responsible for me coming to Rising Tide, my family’s treatment of me basically drove me out of Memphis.
The one thing I learned about living in New Orleans is how family looks like. I never knew what one looked like because my own family for whatever reason never showed it to me. Like I never felt abandoned here.
I know what being part of a family is thanks to New Orleans. I now know what being a neighbor is. Those are things I never learned in Memphis because it wasn’t shown to me.
Sorry for being a wet blanket but I actually have a family here. And I know they wouldn’t abandon me like my blood family
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