The Dream

I hate nightmares. I always feel helpless fighting back, the punch never seems to land hard enough or I can never run away fast enough. But then I wake up just before the aggressor gets to me and I realize it was just a dream so I don't have to worry anymore. In this dream someone had called me the N word and I just knew I was going to go off on somebody, but my body was helpless, and I knew that getting angry was what they wanted and attacking would only make me look like the stereotypical angry black woman.

The Trayvon Martin case has sparked so many emotions, thoughts, and discussions among me and my friends.  Trayvon Martin could have been my brother and I cannot even bear the thought of such a terrible injustice happening to my younger brother. No matter what anyone says, race was a factor in the Trayvon Martin case. When a black boy/man can walk down the street without being immediately profiled as a criminal maybe we can make some progress, but until then the fight for our lives, justice,  and equality continues. When will it stop?




Cruisin'

"I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there."
-Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

This has been an AMAZING summer so far! I've already had so much fun going to local events in the DC area and I just got back from an awesome vacation! My mom says "you're always on the road!" Well this time I was flying in the air and cruising the ocean. I turned off my phone and took a break from the world while on a cruise for 5 days. The cruise stopped in Jamaica and the Grand Cayman Islands. The views at each place were breathtaking and the water was the perfect shade of blue. There's nothing like eating and drinking 24 hours a day while bonding with close friends on a huge ship. Jamaica was irie! I met some of the friendliest people in the world while in Grand Cayman, played with baby turtles and ate plenty of rum cake. When I returned to the Port of Miami, I escaped to the West Coast to LA and San Diego. I also crossed the border into Tijuana for a few hours. So it was definitely a fun filled week of adventures. Now it's back to reality *sigh.* I'm sure i'll be back on the road again soon, but as much I love to see new places, I still like coming home to my friends and family, and my big fluffy bed.





New Ride

Soo this 4th of July I bought a car! I didn't want to let my old car go but it was definitely time for a new set of wheels. This type of purchase has really made me think about how I'm going to have to budget more and has also made me think of other types of investments I might be interested in within the near future. I hate the thought of another bill, but it's all a part of growing up, right? Later that day I celebrated the holiday with a few friends. We cooked crabs and shrimp, with corn on the cob and guacamole. I know it's a weird combination but I love guacamole lol.  What did you do during the four day weekend?


Wedding Season

It's wedding season! I've been very grateful to share these special moments of love with friends. It's so weird because I always thought I would be married by 25, and now that I'm actually 25 that was such an unrealistic goal. Lol! But in due time that moment will come so for now I will celebrate these moments with my closest friends. Last weekend my friend Gina celebrated her union to her hubby. It was great catching up with my college friends, and I was finally reunited with my friend Treshona from LA! How many weddings are you attending this summer?


Me and Treshona

Joseph, Gina, and me
"Sanskrit has ninety-six words for love: ancient Persian has eighty, Greek three, and English only one. This is indicative of the poverty of awareness or emphasis that we give to that tremendously important realm of feeling. Eskimos have thirty words for snow, because it is a life-and-death matter to them to have exact information about the element they live with so intimately. If we had a vocabulary of thirty words for love..we would immediately be richer and more intelligent in this human element so close to our heart. An Eskimo probably would die of clumsiness if he had only one word for snow; we are close to dying of loneliness because we have only one word for love. Of all the Western languages, English may be the most lacking when it comes to feeling." -Robert Johnson, The Fisher King and the Handless Maiden