I was DEAD serious about throwing out my entire 20s. It’s only a month into my 30s but I’ve been purging like I’m being required to. It could be because I’ve been wasting my workdays (since we ain’t doing shit) watching cleaning marathons on YouTube, or all these emotions that I keep feeling that I may just be ready to finally let go.
Before I start, little inside family joke that my sisters and I use to laugh about the once unlaughable (not a word) moments with my brother and the relationship he has with our mother, we always start our FaceTime group conferences with yelling “Trigger Warning”.
I’ll first start by saying I am in my feelingssssssss. I’m sitting on my now yellow couch, I landed back in NYC at 6:00 AM yesterday after changing my flight at 11:30 AM Cali time. A few weeks back a reconnection happened and during that conversation my friend said that “I think you’ll do great in Cali” after informing them that my move to Dallas didn’t work out. Not completely thrilled about the idea, I decided to look into the local cities of Los Angeles County. I applied to three jobs, all qualified for, and had no expectation due to the other plans I had in rotation. Continue reading “Fuck that I’m unapologetically BLACK”
His smile was big, and his snicker was soft as we watched a big brother walking with his younger siblings’ home after picking up a pizza for dinner. He said that he loved children and would have more. However, as he snickered, he shared that his wife told him that he can more with another woman. Eight children were the number of children they raised together but birthed three. Two children they adopted after their parents were killed in an auto accident, their three, and another three that would be living with them on and off for almost 15 years once they relocated to the US from Fiji. Continue reading “We were, and will always be”