The boy is 13 years old.
Like, I have a WHOLE TEENAGER living in my house now. It’s so crazy to fathom.
How did I manage to keep this kid alive for so long? My plants barely survive.
Ya’ll ever have those moments? Where you see your kid grow up, but you don’t really see it happening. You just look up one day and be like “who is this grown ass man in my kitchen?!”
Sorry. I’m having a moment.
Hey there! It’s been a while since I’ve written on here.
According to the analytics on this page, seems you guys keep coming back, hoping for something new. I’m thankful someone is still checking up on me.
So, I guess I should fill you in on what’s been going on the past year or so.
When you’re Black your whole life, you learn how to pick up on things. You develop this keen sense and assess spaces to determine whether you’ll be accepted or not. It’s like a sixth sense in figuring out who is cool with you. Sorta like gaydar but for racism.
Traveling while Black has been something we’ve all lived with but only recently began speaking out about. Whether it’s being mistaken for random celebrities, being propositioned while waiting for a taxi, to being verbally and even physically assaulted – it’s what travelers who look like me encounter every time we travel (and sometimes even within our home countries).
January is the month that signals a time where everyone wants a do-over. “New year, new me” they exclaim. Well, I am not an exception.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been thinking about this blog. If some of you haven’t noticed, I’ve been really scarce with my blog posting. While I honestly suck at blogging and documenting my life for the masses, I think I started to shy away from sharing so much of myself on this platform. Putting myself out there created a lot of negative comments from people who don’t know me and I didn’t know how to process all of that. Feeling judged and misunderstood became the driving force to my reclusiveness and I stopped writing so much about my travels and life. And a lot of that came shortly after my move to Japan.
The boy and I recently went to Egypt and we had an AMAZING TIME! (more on that later) But what some people don’t realize is that this trip was incredibly last-minute. I wasn’t going to go anywhere for October break. I originally planned on heading to Morocco to scout for the Raising Vagabonds trip there in March, but ended up sending someone else for me.
Then I was going to buy a car here in Addis, so I felt like I needed to stay in town to monitor that process. I didn’t want to be out of town when everything went through, so I made plans to just hang out locally.
I love my child. He is literally my favorite person on this planet. But when he is sleepy or hungry or hasn’t pooped in a couple of days he is not someone I want to share space with. I love him, but nah.
We were in Egypt recently and a few days into our trip, we were exploring the Sahara desert on ATVs. It was the most fun we’ve had in a while. He rode on the back and screamed with glee while I embraced my inner Ryde or Die Chick. We saw a Bedouin village and watched the millions of stars as we ate BBQ and other traditional foods.
The boy and I have been in Addis Ababa for a little over 2 weeks and here are some of the reflections I’ve gathered so far:
1. I absolutely LOVE my place of work. (The jury is still on out on my actual position, as the chiren aren’t here yet. And I haven’t yet assessed the level of crazy with the coworkers either) But the passion admin has and the action they take to ensure we are well taken care of, are taking care of ourselves, and are working collaboratively with one another for the good of these kids is beyond anything I’ve seen in all my years of working in education.