There is no place like Home.
It’s Monday April 25th, 2011… And I’m suffering from a cold case of jet lag.
Last Monday, I wrote a blog about my adventures on the East Coast- and then I didn’t touch another computer for a week straight.
….now it’s Monday, again… last week was a blur- thank goodness for twitter and camera phones…
Monday night as I rode into Washington:
“That DC skyline is awesome”.
… I spent Tuesday running around Washington DC…
“Electrical house fire on 6th and H in NE DC. All residents were safely evacuated.”
“… Say a prayer for the elder lady and her grandson …”
“Real men don’t cry … They get chocked up.”
(… And then I searched for my long lost notebooks…)
“From the time I was 12-22 I filled 31 journals w/ words, they’re all in Geoffery’s room in Drew Hall … I’m on a mission to get my shit.”
“My notebooks have been signed, sealed, and are now being delivered back to Oakland.”
“…Sitting in Drew Hall … Reminiscing.”
“Over the weekend, I bumped n2 a young homie who told me, “thank you for seeing the big picture.” (in reference 2my approach to being a RA)”
“… I learned more from the younger homies, than they learned from me …”
“Weed smokers are late for everything … except for 4-20 .”
“Seek knowledge. Crack jokes. Eat pizza. #college.”
…Washington DC Wednesday, April 20th….
“Do yall remember what happened last 4-20? … I do. Four words: Gulf coast oil spill.”
…New York for the weekend…
“New Jersey turnpike… Word to Assata Shakur.”
” *Kicks in the door, waives the 4-4*.”
“….sitting in a park in midtown Manhattan …. Feeding the birds. Word to the spooky lady on Home Alone 2.”
“At a park in Bed-Stuy, chopping game about life with my bru Justin… I’ve known bru since I was 5…life is good.”
“Lost in new york… Again.”
“…At a diner somewhere on the lower east side…dolo. Drinking coffee.”
“Being in love with one person > being loved by a lot of people.”
” This is the time of day that you’re supposed to be thinking about life…”
“As I stare into my swirling 3rd round of coffee, my critical thoughts about life are interrupted by a certain Rihanna song stuck in my head.”
“Every time I come to NY, I get lost… Yet somehow, I never lose.”
… One last night in Washington DC…
tweets ( only 1): “I just saw a real streaker. #6wordstory .”
…As I made my way to the airport on Sunday afternoon I fired off a number of tweets, but these two stuck with me…
tweets: “… The greatest stories are “love” stories…hands down. But without the “coming of age” story, you can’t have the love story.”
“( I reference “Love and Basketball” and ” The Lion King” as examples of that last tweet.)”
… In Conclusion …
about friends: They say, don’t burn bridges… I say: don’t even let them grow cobwebs…
about love: Seek knowledge, love will eventually come.
about life: leave me alone to my vices and my crafts, and I can never be mad.
Ashley Christina Reid. RIP.