When people ask me where I’m from I usually have to make a choice. Do I give them the long answer? Am I from the place where I was born? I’m always American, now and then I’m from Washington, D.C., other times my answer is more along the lines of, “well, I’m from all over, really.” In some ways I’m a Texan, I mean, I do carry around a Texas driver’s license. But I’ve never been in Texas more than a few months, really.
I’m not blessed with a bonafide Cajun name like Boudreaux or Herbert, but without a doubt the place I most associate as home is south Louisiana. It’s a fine place to have as a home. In fact, when I read articles like this one, I realize that Lafayette is a place that I often yearn for, living thousands of miles away. What I wouldn’t give for a shrimp poboy and or fresh boiled crawfish.
musings of an active mind 
You are cajun culturally just like your Auntie & Clara are (Clara more so than any of us!). I’m starting to worry that my “I need to travel so I can eat awesome foods” isn’t an original idea, but something ingrained in our family culture.