My Happy Place
I moved to Bay Saint Louis in July 2018 because I wanted to leave New Orleans. I was in a bad relationship with the city. I remember driving back and forth between Bay Saint Louis and New Orleans and the thought of moving three blocks from the beach sounded perfect.
My friend Laurie said, “Of course it sounds perfect. Everyone wants to live on the beach. But you don’t live on the beach, you vacation on the beach.” No, I told her, I want to live there. And now I do.
This is my happy place even though daily the adventure feels more like slogging through a dense forest jungle than an open air beach. Luckily, I have had so many years to perfect noticing what’s good. Today on my stroll through town, which is mostly empty since we are shut in for the COVID-19 epidemic, I noticed a house with a sign – The Happy Place – then blocks later I saw another house with a similar sign. It’s confirmed – when three or more declare a place Happy, so mote it be.
