Thursday, August 31st, 2006 at 10:06 pm by EbonyMom
I’ve spent most of my life searching out uniqueness. I always wanted clothes that no one else had, had to have my own style, and wanted to stand out. My identity typically included mentioning I was from somewhere, ANYWHERE except for where I currently lived. So it was pretty easy to claim that, since I was born in California and had parents from St. Louis (Dad) and Connecticut (Mom) I could always have a distinct place to be from without being just like everyone else. Now that we’ve returned to Texas I have to finally admit that I am definitely a Texan at heart and loving every minute of it.
When I graduated from college in December 1998 I went home with my parents for Christmas, stayed there exactly 6 days and then boarded a plane to go visit my best friend(now known as EbonyDad) in New York. Little did they know that I planned to search for a job while I was there and wound up never using the return portion of my plane ticket once I landed my first New York engineering job. For as long as I can remember I’ve always been a dreamer, always imagining what life would be like if I just lived somewhere else where people would appreciate and care about me. So I lived my dream, traveling to New York, Seattle, and Atlanta only to find out all that I was dreaming about was sitting right here in the lone star state waiting for me.
I’ve not been blogging lately not because of lack of things to blog about but because I’ve actually gotten immersed in connected with family and friends for the first time in way too long. The novelty of being able to pop in to visit my sister and hang out while our children play together has not worn off one bit- if anything it makes me a bit misty that these little cousins will get a chance to be close friends for the rest of their lives. Most people would take for granted, but this is the first time in our lives my sister (raised in St. Louis) and I (raised in Texas) lived in the same state, let alone minutes apart.
To top off my linesisters have completely surrounded me with love and compassion. Poor EbonyDad was abandoned as Sunday as I was gone from sunup until sundown going to church, hanging out, and fellowshipping with some of my dearest friends. Discussing things with people that really know me- from time before I even really knew myself is very enlightening. I have a network here of peers who share common beliefs from spiritual to child rearing. My community which I worked so hard to build in Atlanta is vibrant, alive, and larger than I knew here.
Even with the uncertainty of the house situation I’m really enjoying being here. Ultimately the biggest lesson of this week is home is not a place as much as it is the people.