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Guest post: Going Home

You guys really liked my friend Candace’s recent guest post. Fortunately, she has volunteered another, this time about what it means to go home.

The more you like and comment on this post, the more likely Candace will post more. Hint, hint.

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My parents moved from my hometown of Alpharetta, GA when I graduated from high school. That meant that when I went to visit them, I wasn’t going home–I was going to a new place that didn’t have my friends and old stomping grounds. And while I did occasionally get back, it wasn’t as frequent as most of my old friends, many of who actually still live there.

I went back to Alpharetta one recent weekend for a dear friend’s baby shower. It was wonderful to see old friends, old crushes and old haunts. I loved being introduced to new babies, new spouses and new homes. I got legally drunk in bars with people I used to illegally drink with in parks, by the river and in certain parent’s basements. We even had an unfortunate run-in with the cops. It felt just like old times. Except it wasn’t.

I couldn’t figure out where the nagging sadness I felt on my way to the airport was stemming from (and no, it wasn’t due to my raging hangover). As I sped down I-85 with tears in my eyes, I realized this: traveling to Atlanta is no longer coming home. It’s visiting old friends and reminiscing about good times – but it is no longer my home.

I have created a new home and a new life in Washington DC. It involves an overpriced apartment, a bearded gentleman who is my sun, my moon and my stars, great friends and a happy hour or two. I love my home. My home is not perfect, but it is perfect for me.

There’s nothing wrong with a walk down memory lane. But letting go of the past can be so freeing. My present and my future is filled with so much happiness that I can’t help but to want to sprint towards it with my arms wide open.

Gotta go. My flight home is boarding.

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So you’re having a baby – a guest post by @CandaceArm

Remember my awesome friend Candace? Previously she wrote about applying to graduate school (and I wrote about her visit to NYC here).

 

So you’re having a baby!

Mazel tov on your growing family. I am so excited for you and can’t wait to tell that baby about all the horrific things you did in your youth (because I will). Continue reading

Required reading

Marquel Martin on not being the next Bachelor (via his blog). You know I think Marquel is great. It’s ABC’s loss.

On a much more serious note: Say hello to the men who hate the NSA but love invading the privacy of women (via Verge)

This can’t be legal (via Curbed)

Coffee naps are better than coffee or naps alone (via Vox)

The struggles of having an outgoing personality but actually being introverted (via IntroversionEffect)

Nine things to know before your first bathhouse experience (via Harpers Bazaar)

Jenna Golden on life in Logan Circle (via Domicile Magazine)

I need bake these: maple bacon magic bars

How to be polite (via Medium)

With humor, from Kenya

 

During our last day in Kenya, we visited our host Mercy’s sister Rose’s home in Nairobi. Rose organized a lovely luncheon for our gang and invited some of her friends to join so we could get acquainted with some non-Maasai Kenyans.

 

While I was at Rose’s house, I transferred some items between my backpack and my suitcase, apparently losing a precious shopping bag full of jewelry bought at Kazuri Beads, a store run as part of a women’s empowerment project. I was crushed when I got home and realized my purchases hadn’t made the trip with me.

Fortunately Rose found the bag and kindly shipped the jewelry to me via DHL.

 

The jewelry arrived wrapped in newspaper. Somehow one blurb caught my eye.Kenya newspaper

 

 

I will never think of the phrase “Sweet Spot” the same way again. Pervert.

If you’re in the U.S. or Canada and would like to check out Kazuri, here’s the link to their North American site.

Something to think about

Happy Friday, friends.

As you head off to start your weekend, consider these words:

youarenotyourworstthing

I read the words “you are not your worst thing” in a recent New York Times Social Qs answer by Philip Galanes – in which he paraphrased the terrific show, Masters of Sex - and I thought that was a lovely sentiment to keep in mind.

Hope you have a wonderful weekend.

Currently reading

Via TheAffluist.com

Have those of you who live in NYC ever wondered about the giant, graffiti-covered building 190 Bowery? It’s a homeClick here.

I hope these two get to marry in North Carolina – via TPM

“You’re in love with that cat!” my then-girlfriend Margot once accused me. To be fair, she was a very attractive cat.

A Man and His Cat by Tim Kreider – so evocative and sweet. I’m a sucker for a great cat (in spite of being allergic).

“I bleed therefore I am” by SamaraSpeaks via Stories That Must Not Die.

How to be friends with another woman by Roxane Gay. Bad Feminist is on my To Read list.

Buy it!

Tavi Gevinson’s New Direction via Rolling Stone. I find her so charming!

Fill me in: what are you reading?