As of late, I’ve been told dozens of times that I “still have time.” You still have time to get into your career. You still have time to have kids. You still have time to xyz. I get it, I get it. Stop the pressure, relax and keep pushing forward. But, with all this time I supposedly have, why is it that folks seem to want to rush things in my life?
When are you going to get married?
When are you going to have a child?
When are you going to date?
2019 is tough. It’s tough when you want that old school, R & B, loyal type of relationship. That send you songs throughout the day, fall asleep on the phone connection. But for some reason we are stuck with situationships, casual dating/sex, pre-dating and a whole host of other bullshit. Why are we afraid of commitment? Why are we so afraid to take risks in terms of relationships? Why are we not so open to finding love?
The wait is over!
This may seem strange to some, but for those who may be a bit more seasoned it isn’t. But I COULD NOT WAIT to turn 30. I just felt like life in my mid to late 20’s was trash!
At this point I feel silly STILL blaming COVID for my writer’s block. COVID definitely put me in a slump and dug up the procrastination bug. There were a few things I’d began working on prior to and during the beginning stages of COVID. Those things were small projects in tasks but large an emotional sense and humungous on my goal list.
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.
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.