Maybe I Should've Done a Batch

Because yesterday's principle is Nyumba, and I'll make a separate post about this first before I go into today's.

Well, in the literal sense, frankly– I feel nervous talking about this. In a few months I'll once again need to move. Currently I'm mentally between housing. The word I used with my therapist was "unmoored." Fortunately, I've had the community to help me feel more grounded most days:

• finding time to hang out (sometimes, last minute) with my QCB peeps,
• celebrating birthdays and Juneteenth at The Hoochie Coochie House
• self-defense courses at the queer-and-Black-owned gym
• Queer Black Reading Clubs, offline and online

Home was where I made it.

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