I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned this, but I am extremely prone to motion sickness. I’m talking- I ride one roller coaster and I’m out of sorts the rest of the day, rocking boats are my kryptonite, and I usually have to drive or else I get sick (
yes I have given myself motion sickness while driving).
Now you probably read that and thought, “this person should never drive up a mountain”. Well…you may be right.
Last week I had a work appointment nearly two hours into the mountains and made the precarious decision to carpool with a coworker. Did I drive? I think we all know the answer to that, but it needs to be known I survived the way up! Now the way down…not so lucky. I was pretty much out of commission the rest of the day and had to ask my partner to pick me up from work.
I have to say though, worst of all was I took medicine both before we drove up AND before we drove back down…There’s just no winning.
In a twist of events I have another work appointment today which thankfully isn’t up in the mountains and I’ll be driving myself.
Wish me luck (
I probably need it).
Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
Prompt: In my earliest memories of dancing, I’m under my auntie Nancy’s dining room table, (which had been pushed off to the side of the room), watching my mom, dad, aunties, and uncles all dancing on the hardwood floor to a never-ending stack of 45 records, dropping one after the other. I remember foot-high stacks of 45s all around the record player. The song that I remember playing most? Twistin’ the Night Away by Sam Cooke. Every time I hear that song, I remember auntie’s spontaneous dance parties. What are your earliest and fondest memories of dance?
Ooooh, this one is too easy.
Picture it. My father’s living room. 2000.
Last year’s Carnival plays on the TV with Soca music blasting. I’m in one corner of the room, Trinidadian flag in hand, waiting for my cue to choreography my father only knows after seeing me do it countless times. My cue comes and I immediately fall in step. The song? Dust Dem by Kurt Allen.
To this day, Dust Dem is still one of my favorite Soca songs and will actually play during my Father-Daughter dance. Will my original choreography get a revival..? I can neither confirm nor deny.
As of today I officially relocated from my home state one year ago.
A goal of nearly fourteen years and three hundred sixty-five days ago, I achieved it. Not to study abroad or go on a internship, but without an estimated return date or ticket in hand.
At the time I was so consumed with logistics and saying goodbyes I barely had time to process. I mean, we had less than ninety days from when we received notice of our move to when we needed to step on the plane. I was excited for the next chapter though and jumped right in.
When my mom came to visit in January she said this would be one of my biggest years and looking back…I can’t say I disagree.
In this past year I:
- Moved in with just my partner (no roommates!)
- Went to the Mountain Region for the first time
- Began commissioning art
- Attended therapy continually/successfully
- Started a data analytics certification
- Got engaged
- Bought my first place
- Began planning my wedding
- Experienced my first snowy winter
- Landed a job I didn’t think I stood of chance of getting
- Learned one of my cats WILL eat hoodie strings like spaghetti if left alone
- Started watching Anime again
- Reached closure on a long standing friendship
I’m sure there are so many things I’m forgetting, but all in all it’s been a hell of personal year. My biggest goal going forward though is to start posting here again!
I’m so tired after work y’all. Getting used to commuting again has taken much longer than I expected . I just come home, shower, and pass out…I’m working on it.
Wishing everyone well and hoping good things are in the works for all of you!