nearly three years later.
For starters, a broad overview of my past few years looks something like this:
1.) I finally got the balls to quit my job (which, don't get me wrong, was awesome and I've learned so much from possibly the most talented bunch of people I've ever encountered.)
2.) I started working on my own print/design business and it continues to do very well.
3.) My dad died.
4.) I packed up my life, moved back to Louisiana and purchased an old hardware store.
5.) I had a baby.
On a scale of awesomeness, four out of five isn't so bad.
It's interesting living in Louisiana again. I remember I told myself that I'd never move back. But really, statistics show that most people live within 50 miles of where they grew up. I'm part of that statistic now.
There are many things that I miss about living in Philadelphia, but when I think about it, I was actually growing tired of living in the city. Everyone just seemed so beat down and hard. Maybe that was just the people in my neighborhood. But I'd say my neighborhood was a good example of what 90% of Philadelphia really is...hard. I suppose the tragedy that brought me back South saved me from becoming even more beat down.
After nearly 10 years of living in the great Northeast, you can still feel the racial tension that is very much present here in the South. We live in what many people openly refer to as "the black part of town," or my favorite, "nigger town." It makes me uncomfortable when people assume that I'm as racist as they are. I just thought that as a society, we had moved on.
It's actually a double-edged sword because not only is there blatant racism, there is obvious classism. Because we live in the big building in the poor neighborhood, some of our neighbors think we're "millionaires." Little do they know that right now, I literally only have five dollars in my bank account. I don't like the fact that people have attempted to break into our building because they assume we have riches. And I especially don't like the fact that we are armed because of classism. I have nothing against firearms for sport, but the fact that these guns are for protection is unsettling.
Now that I have a little one to worry about, I suppose I'd rather be armed than left defenseless. I think a rifle will be coming into the collection soon...you know, for when sniper shots need to be taken from the rooftop should there be apocalyptic zombies roaming town. From what I learned in movies, shotgun shells and handgun rounds definitely need to be conserved for close range.
1.) I finally got the balls to quit my job (which, don't get me wrong, was awesome and I've learned so much from possibly the most talented bunch of people I've ever encountered.)
2.) I started working on my own print/design business and it continues to do very well.
3.) My dad died.
4.) I packed up my life, moved back to Louisiana and purchased an old hardware store.
5.) I had a baby.
On a scale of awesomeness, four out of five isn't so bad.
It's interesting living in Louisiana again. I remember I told myself that I'd never move back. But really, statistics show that most people live within 50 miles of where they grew up. I'm part of that statistic now.
There are many things that I miss about living in Philadelphia, but when I think about it, I was actually growing tired of living in the city. Everyone just seemed so beat down and hard. Maybe that was just the people in my neighborhood. But I'd say my neighborhood was a good example of what 90% of Philadelphia really is...hard. I suppose the tragedy that brought me back South saved me from becoming even more beat down.
After nearly 10 years of living in the great Northeast, you can still feel the racial tension that is very much present here in the South. We live in what many people openly refer to as "the black part of town," or my favorite, "nigger town." It makes me uncomfortable when people assume that I'm as racist as they are. I just thought that as a society, we had moved on.
It's actually a double-edged sword because not only is there blatant racism, there is obvious classism. Because we live in the big building in the poor neighborhood, some of our neighbors think we're "millionaires." Little do they know that right now, I literally only have five dollars in my bank account. I don't like the fact that people have attempted to break into our building because they assume we have riches. And I especially don't like the fact that we are armed because of classism. I have nothing against firearms for sport, but the fact that these guns are for protection is unsettling.
Now that I have a little one to worry about, I suppose I'd rather be armed than left defenseless. I think a rifle will be coming into the collection soon...you know, for when sniper shots need to be taken from the rooftop should there be apocalyptic zombies roaming town. From what I learned in movies, shotgun shells and handgun rounds definitely need to be conserved for close range.
