From Home to House.

Posted by Rae on June 18, 2015 | 6 responses

I don’t live here anymore. I only sleep here.

Every day that I come home from work, this overwhelming feeling of bleh comes over me. I’m still comfortable. I cam still afford it. But I feel that I pay entirely too much to live next to my neighbors.

My Landlord’s frugality that displaces my family and makes us uncomfortable. The trash in the yard. The noise throughout the day. The kid that feels since our yards aren’t partitioned, it’s community property. He’s the reason why I don’t even want to attempt to do another garden this year. He’s the reason why I don’t have anything outdoors anymore. From broken landscaping, to his footprints on my lawn furniture — he has even done as far as to EAT on OUR side of the lawn and leave the remnants of his little feast. I just..

I’ve been patient since these people moved in next door back in November. I attributed the noise to them moving their things around to find their places. But.. no. There have been several nights where the same little boy screams to the top of his lungs for whatever reason. I’m not sure if the mom is there and can hear it, or if she’s so used to it that she ignores it. But I can’t ignore wailing at 11:30 PM.

I’ve chosen to remain mum about this inconvenient situation until last week — when the air went out and I was displaced for 5 days. My landlord is the cheapest son of a person I’ve ever met. I’ve been having problems with the air/heat since sometime last year. I BEEN suggested a replacement — but no. It has since been fixed, but now the home never gets below 75 degrees. If this entire situation hasn’t been a wake up call in regards to me realizing that I need to get my shit together and purchase a home, I don’t know what else I could call it. I’ve had to leave work, rearrange MY schedule to let the repairmen to do absolutely nothing while my slumlord landlord decided to leave state for work. That must be nice — to be able to get your work done uninterrupted. They came out yesterday after supposedly installing a new unit on Tuesday of last week.. changed the thermostat and some other shit and when I woke up this morning, it was 84 degrees. I asked him how to turn in my notice and he has been blowing my phone up. Funny he didnt even call about the air situation.. just texts that have been ignored. My 30 day notice is printed and ready to be delivered. Get this work!

Fuck him, fuck his mortgage that I pay on time every month, and fuck our rapport. I’m done. In my mind, this has stopped being home last year. And with my everyday disgust with my neighbors and my landlord, my mental attitude has manifested itself into what I do physically. My minimialism is in overdrive. I’m constantly ridding myself of things so it’ll make it easier to move when it’s time to move. I’m scheduled to view a few properties today after work. The countdown to freedom is so real. Ya’ll don’t even know.

Firsts & New Beginnings

Posted by Rae on June 14, 2015 | 6 responses

It’s been a long two months between my last post and this one, but all for good reason. It’s always for good reason. I’ve had to dig deep in my closet to find my cape for all that I have going on in life right now. All positive, might I add. I’m tired, exhausted, and overwhelmed without it. I’m constantly traveling from the desk at my full time workplace, three classrooms, and my own office on campus.

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I finished my first upward bound experience teaching Algebra I in May and I was asked to stick around to implement a technology and research component for their program. It will be the first time that students will participate in such a component and I have been entrusted with bringing it into fruition. It didn’t all seem real until the faculty meeting where I had to present the prospective project and the details. There I was, the first, the only, and the youngest Black female at the table speaking like I had been doing this for over a decade.

I also returned to the ESI program that I have been a part of for three years now. The first week for both programs really drained me for the week, but in a good way, if you can imagine that. This year for both programs, I am incorporating STEAM, the A is for Art, instead of just STEM. I’m excited about the outcome for both projects and asking for your prayers that I don’t go insane with 40 kids under my instruction. LOL!

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At work, I’m undergoing training for new areas on my project, service lead for a particular service request, AND working closely with our project manager as a project management assistant. Ultimately that is my goal in my field — to become a lead and/or a project manager. I met with the project manager and we talked about what I wanted to accomplish with my career and she mentioned how she saw so much of her within me and said she would be my mentor. Of course I gladly accepted.

I’ll finish my thesis in the fall, I SWEAR. I’m ready to move on the Doctorate program and I’ve dragged my master’s program on long enough. Part of the reason for the delay was that I needed more teaching experience before I entered to SMED program, but I am well beyond that now. I have 3 years of instructional experience in a slew of different areas and on different levels. I’m ready. I’ve created a schedule for July after my STEAM programs end to write a little bit each day. Fall 2015 is the beginning of the end.

And last but definitely not least, I’m moving..again.. but this time it’s much more permanent. This time it’s for good and for a long time. Because well, I’ve been preapproved for a home loan. Had I been a bit more disciplined financially, I wouldn’t still be here, but trust me, this is a hard lesson learned. I’ll elaborate more on this a bit later.

I hope all is well with you all. I’ve also carved out a blogging schedule so you all will see me more often that you’ve been seeing me. Happy Sunday!

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