I’m moving to New Orleans, Louisiana. Here’s why.

Last year didn’t turn out as I had planned. This year I stopped planning and just lived, and in doing so finally created “The Good Year” that I had envisioned for a number of years.

My simple goal was to spend a year traveling, following my passions, exploring and creating without any expectations for it to pay off right away. I wanted to test my idea that the universe will take care of me if I let it and give myself the time and space to let the year lead to something bigger.

The original idea was to spend a month of two in about eight different places, to live, work and photograph lives in each city, to dig into each new place and culture as a temporary citizen. The goal wasn’t to find myself or explore the world, but to live and observe different lives around the world.

But it didn’t go as planned. For one, after I quit my job last November I spent the next twelve months driving across the USA, bouncing on trains throughout Europe and flying around the world. Each time I tried to stay in one place and slow down, I found myself moving on and going faster. Why?

In short, the draw of people and opportunities over the horizon, the beckoning of the next place, the next person to meet, the next experience to create.

And secondly, the planned year of observing became a year of interacting, creating and sharing. Each step forward, each hello, each exploration, each person and each story led me to another, simply by embracing the opportunity, listening, caring and giving. The solitary journey evolved into a shared adventure, connecting thoughts to thoughts, thoughts to people, people to people, powered by serendipity, part of an introvert’s awakening, thirty-one years in the making.

It wasn’t as glamorous as it sounds. Littered throughout the year were misplaced steps, missed connections, miscalculations, incomplete thoughts, failed challenges, hopes and ideas dashed by realities, limitations and mistakes.

But even with the numerous failures, I’m still looking forward to where it could lead.

And thus, with “The Good Year” drawing to a close, having tested and found the limitations of the way I lived this year, it’s time to change it up and find a better way to live another good year (and more). For me, for now, that means I need to live in one place and build a core to bring together the edges I’ve opened throughout the year.

I considered lots of places to live, focusing on the typical hubs of business, culture and recreation that regularly grace the “best places to live” reports and pop up in the “what is your city” quizzes I’ve taken repeatedly, trying to think about what’s important and envision alternate lives.

Nothing ever indicated New Orleans.

But that’s where this year has led me. New Orleans first popped up though introductions by Lyell to Chris and Jessica, my first real tests of a year of showing up, meeting new people and asking friends and acquaintances to help curate my life.

As the year continued, New Orleans kept popping up, interjecting herself into conversations, showing up in my mind, my heart, my memories. I lingered over photos I took of the Quarter and the Garden district. Every news article with a snippet about New Orleans drew my attention. I felt a tug every time I saw news about friends doing cool stuff in New Orleans, stung by a small bit of feeling of missing out. I extolled the virtues of New Orleans as an example of one of the few unique, culturally vibrant American cities, proclaiming my love for New Orleans to fellow travelers in Bulgaria, Japan, India, Australia, Malaysia and England.

But I never told New Orleans that I loved her, with the type of love that’s only seen a glimpse and is unsure what lies deeper underneath, but is sure of itself nonetheless. The type of love that needs to be demonstrated and shown, not just said.

What better way to show it than to move there?

And that’s my early Christmas gift to myself: a home, an opportunity, a life.

Of course, I’m going to need your help, New Orleans. I’m scared the rush of a new city will fade quickly. I’m worried it will take me awhile to settle in, based on my mixed past in establishing lives in past cities. I’m nervous about not living up to expectations. I’m worried about creating a professional life that fits my professional and life goals (more, later *). In a way, I’m scared of getting what I want.

But I’m going to try.

I’ve never truly loved a city or a community; New Orleans, I’m hoping you can help change that.

So New Orleans, I’m moving here for you and for me. I’ll love you and give you my all. All I ask is for you to love me back.

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* Later, a deeper dive into why New Orleans is a great professional opportunity for me and many others. But first, start with Sloane’s great summary of what New Orleans has to offer and my past thoughts on New Orleans’ opportunity to leverage its vibrant cultural life into a vibrant hub for entrepreneurs (video, about 1 minute in). More to come.

Kleenex, anyone?