My last three days in New Orleans told me I have to move there and that it's only a matter of time now until I do. But the reality is I live in Chicago, in Pilsen, and I am here right now on 18th St. at the Jumping Bean and it feels like a place I have never been before. The short explanation for my strange sense of displacement is the last two weeks of walk about have done the trick; I am no longer riding the line of a rut.