When I started this blog 6 years ago, it was mainly used as my outlet — my source of release from a tumultuous life of a 2x single mama. Blogging allowed me to deal with everything that was going around me without driving myself completely insane. Life was hard — harder than I could ever put into words for a post. I was so lost. Most times not knowing if I was coming or going due to all of the coming and going. I shared a good bit, even if it was only available in private posts. I shared and it got me through and helped me find my way back to myself.
Don’t be sleeping on your level cause it’s beauty in the struggle..
It’s beauty in the struggle, ugliness in the success
Hear my words or listen to my signal of distress” — Love Yourz, J. Cole
Sharing got me through an abusive relationship, 6 years of undergrad, 3 years at my job, 3 months of unemployment, 2 years of graduate school, 2 years in my career, but most of all, it got me through six moves to different residences. SIX. I think the only thing that has been constant and unchanging for my family is where we attend school. If I could go back, I’d probably stay put a little longer in my last apartment. My townhouse seemed like a dream come true, until it wasn’t. But everything happens for a reason. I can’t begin to say that enough. Had I’d not gone through what I’ve gone through, maybe I wouldn’t have worked so hard towards providing much more stability for my family. One thing I can say is that they are so versatile and trusting of me. They can handle and adjust to so much more than I thought.
It will take an act of nature to make me move for a very, very, very long time. I have never found a place more perfect. It has definitely been a journey — but I asked God and it was provided to me. God knew my heart. . my struggle. Literally. Man, ya’ll can’t even imagine what I’ve been through. . how many tears I’ve cried and prayers I’ve prayed to reach this point. The point where I have a place to call home and a beautiful family to share it with.
No more moving. No more packing. No more unruly neighbors. No more potholes. No more trash in the yard. No more AC and plumbing issues that caused us to be displaced for weeks. Now, I can admit with relief, that we are home–the place where we’ll grow and laugh and share and be in each other’s company.. We are here.
My God, we are Home.