Y'all. It has been a HOT minute. How are you? We are at, what, month 217 of the Pandemic? Is everyone still working out, taking up new hobbies and making sour dough bread? Truthfully though, I hope you all are well. When all this kicked-up in late March, I assumed that by now we'd be back to some sense of #normal. I was clearly wrong. That's a post for another day, but I hope that we'll get there soon, and I hope you've been hanging in there. At this point, you might be wondering what Kilton and I were up all this time (or maybe not but you're going to find out anyway). We worked, we parented, we cooked and we ate (and drank). We also bought a house. That's right. We thought a global pandemic was a great time to buy a house. Technically, the process did not start during the pandemic, but it certainly became official. Our house in Naples, ME. It was worth the search during a pandemic. It was a PROCESS. We learned so much and I know how cliche this sounds
Disclaimers: 1. I am not an expert on any of the matters I am writing about below. I am in the process of learning, listening, unpacking my bias and my privilege. This is about my thoughts, feelings, and what I am learning. 2. My privilege as a cis-hetero WHITE middle-class lady is not lost on me. I fully understand that I will never know what it is like to be black or another POC. I wouldn't dare critique, or really, try to even understand that experience and all the feelings that come with it. 3. I'm not writing this to be showy, or performative in my ally-ship. Writing helps me process what I am feeling. I do not expect a pat on the back or a reward for any of the work I have done and am doing. 4. This might take the form of a stream of consciousness or a free form poem. I don't really know. I just need to get some words out.