This past weekend I attended my 10 year high school reunion. It wasn’t what I expected at all. I had mixed emotions leading up to the event. Initially, I was excited. Then, I wanted to not go. Then I was back and forth with it.
Since I caught wind that Ava DuVernay was creating a mini series about the “Central Park 5,” I was overcome with emotion. I was excited, because although there was previous documentaries and coverage of this notable case, it just feels different when it’s coming form “one of us.” I was thrilled, because not only did I believe Ava would do right by the five men whose childhoods were cut short because of this, but I felt she would dig deep and research and share things that were previously unknown.
Grief can take on many forms. It comes in different shades, shapes and many levels. It’s not lateral. Nor vertical . There’s no formula for it. There’s no way to tell when it will begin or end.
The pain is too heavy. So much so that words get caught in my throat and I’m suffocating, although I am not choking. It’s the same aching pain when Trayvon Martin was killed, except this one hits way closer to home.
Slauson-aire. A legend of legends. A teacher with whom you could really relate. If you’re not from the city you can’t relate on all levels that South Central felt getting that news. I didn’t wanna believe it. When my sister said came upstairs in a huff to deliver the news, I badly wanted it to be a lie. She wanted it to be some sick ass April Fools joke… but it wasn’t. It isn’t.
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Last weekend I went to the Univer-Soul Circus with my niece. She’s gone every year since my sister moved out of state. I haven’t been to this event since I was her age. It has been 20 years! Now while I don’t recall faces and acts I do remember certain parts of the show; motorcycled in the sphere, elephants, tigers and lots of clowns in a tiny car. Those things are memorable. I remembered my excitement and the looks on my faces as I saw them on hers. But this outing made me think about the changes that have come with age and adulting.
I’ve now officially been a Georgia resident for 6 months now and living in the state for almost 9 months. Of course there were going to be some major changes; not being able to go to the beach at the drop of a dime, an actual change in seasons, and the dreaded decrease in pay. I know all of that just seems negative, but the greater goal here was to get property in the family, get my big sister into medical school and to find new challenges.
I think all of the small possible challenges met me at once. Here’s a list of my experiences and my expectations coming to Georgia.
Last year (2018) was a crazy year to say the least. While I was dealing with my final days of graduate school and preparing to leave a stable job and my hometown for a place full of unknowns, my mother was dealing with moving from a house she’s called home for over 20 years.
While I was ready and excited (I’m always eager to move and experience something new), my mom was dreading it a bit. I couldn’t understand not wanting to leave and try something new. I am okay with change, taking risks and doing things that may scare me. I tried my hardest to push my confidence off on my mom. That did not work at all.
Now that my mom has made the move from California to Georgia I wanted to talk to her again about the move. I talked to her prior to moving and she seemed indifferent; some days she wanted to move and was excited and other days she was really down about it. Here are her feelings about moving from a place she’s called home for 22 years.