As we speed on the highway, back towards the city, I feel like I am flying. I am scared that I am going to wake up and this will all have been a dream. It feels like a dream, too good to be true. When I left Fairhope, with no destination in mind, I never could have imagined how perfectly it would all turn out for me. Part of me believes that I was meant to come here, to New Orleans. It already feels like home, and now that I have Troy in my life, I feel content. Holding onto Troy as he swerves through traffic, I know in my heart that I have made the right decision.
We come into the city and Troy drives down Canal street. My mind wanders, imagining what he has in store for us next. When we park on the street and get off the bike, I look around, but nothing seems to stand out. Troy laughs
