We’ve been working. Really hard. Scheduling inspections, passing them, and rebuilding our home so we can return soon. It’s been a little over two months since we’ve been displaced and we’re all just ready to return back to our comfort zone.
There’s still a lot to do, but I’m so impressed and overjoyed with all of the progress being made. We’re now in one of the exciting parts — design. We’ve opened up the kitchen, added recessed lighting — a few that dim, new fixtures, and a new layout to the master bathroom.
I think that’s one things I’m looking forward to the most. My mother had a clawfoot tub that she had always wanted to restore and didn’t get a chance to do so before she passed away. When I bought my home, I wanted to try to find some way to incorporate into my home and finally get the chance to.
The restoration process was easier than I thought. There’s still another coat that needs to go on the outside and sanding on the inside, but I can’t wait until it’s all done. Perhaps I’ll post a tutorial on that later.you
There’s still a lot of work that needs to be done — but we’re remaining hopeful and anxious about how everything will look and come together.
When was the last time you put on your headphones, listened to an album, and had all of your life summed up completely? Had every single emotion — happiness, pain, triumph, sorrow, hope, etc. — portrayed through a melody and sung back to you? And had it sung so sweetly that it calmed you? That it gave you peace..?
There have been a few that I could name. But one that summed up every issue that I’ve had to deal with as a black woman living in white america? Just one.
Solange’s A Seat At The Table is nothing short of perfect. 21 tracks of perfection. And with the legendary Master P narrating the album with a sufficient amount of interludes, how could it not be? I love every single track on the album, but there are a few that stand out. It took me about 4 more runs after I’ve listened to the album about 5 times already to be able to come to my conclusion.
I felt as if Solange made this just for all the women in the world — fighting to leave their mark.. to be seen.. to be heard. Too often are women, black women in particular, purposely overshadowed, overlooked, and disrespected as if it was a sport. It is truly a struggle to be a black woman in America that has goals and dreams. I felt like this song embodied that struggle. But I also felt that the message suggested that even though it is a struggle, every damn day, don’t get so caught up in it that you lose yourself entirely.
I think about all of those phases that I went through, and the ridicule and whatever that I experienced. And I can’t think of one time where I ever felt like I was going to break.”
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