Hi EVERYONE!!!! It is 12:25p.m. in Bangladesh and 2:23 AM in East Coast time. And I am up!!!
I tried to take sometime yesterday after falling asleep at 6p.m. and waking up at 3a.m. to write and I realized that this wasn't the usual Naturally Beautiful Black me, it was like a long journal full of information, and not my short witty, give a little bit and take it back.
I will start this as list of stuff, I hope to tell you about.
1. My tall, dark, and handsome seatmate from DC to Dubai, and how it spawned the thoughts of differences: For example he mentioned that he knew no other Black people that travelled, no Black women, my age without children, and any persons with jobs like mine vs. my thoughts of knowing more than the average Black person/traveling more and how I usually know the least in my group of
co-workers (usually never seeing another African-American in my field ever)
1a. Also speaking to him (though not my type) sorta of revitalized my want to move down south or find a Southern man, because of how free he was to love. I was elated to see that not every man had changed by DC men are just well, "different"
1b. Also I have to take a moment to discuss how I laughed when he asked me my age, and then said "respectfully, you look older than that"
2. My lovely time in Dubai, when I snuck out between flights, and how amazing, beautiful and diverse, it was.
3. My new "travel buddies" that I met on the plane
4. My crazy sleeping patterns.
5. Trying to walk across the street in Dhaka
6. Getting on the airplane with Bangladeshis
That's all for now. I also want to talk about my hesitancy to talk about my loved ones, (or infatuated ones) because how quickly it turns to sour especially when others are involved for the pressure.
I tried to take sometime yesterday after falling asleep at 6p.m. and waking up at 3a.m. to write and I realized that this wasn't the usual Naturally Beautiful Black me, it was like a long journal full of information, and not my short witty, give a little bit and take it back.
I will start this as list of stuff, I hope to tell you about.
1. My tall, dark, and handsome seatmate from DC to Dubai, and how it spawned the thoughts of differences: For example he mentioned that he knew no other Black people that travelled, no Black women, my age without children, and any persons with jobs like mine vs. my thoughts of knowing more than the average Black person/traveling more and how I usually know the least in my group of
co-workers (usually never seeing another African-American in my field ever)
1a. Also speaking to him (though not my type) sorta of revitalized my want to move down south or find a Southern man, because of how free he was to love. I was elated to see that not every man had changed by DC men are just well, "different"
1b. Also I have to take a moment to discuss how I laughed when he asked me my age, and then said "respectfully, you look older than that"
2. My lovely time in Dubai, when I snuck out between flights, and how amazing, beautiful and diverse, it was.
3. My new "travel buddies" that I met on the plane
4. My crazy sleeping patterns.
5. Trying to walk across the street in Dhaka
6. Getting on the airplane with Bangladeshis
That's all for now. I also want to talk about my hesitancy to talk about my loved ones, (or infatuated ones) because how quickly it turns to sour especially when others are involved for the pressure.
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