So, I got back home yesterday.
I jumped out of my car and excitedly ran into my house. It was definitely my house. My stuff was there.
But I walked the indoor perimeter at least 8 times. Something wasn't right. I looked under and behind everything. I reviewed the catalog in my head. Yeah. It's all there.
I sat down on the recliner that's on it's last legs and sighed. WHAT could possibly be missing? Something here is missing.
Oh, right, I though. It's me.
I'm missing.
We Photo NOLA
