I’m in a weird place (as we all are, I suppose). I’m moving to a new place today, after being in my apartment for 15 years. That’s longer than I’ve been at any job. That’s longer than I lived in my childhood home. My kids grew up there. Hell, *I* grew up there. I was fresh from a divorce and had to be head of household. I survived the ‘08-09 recession there (with a little help from my friends and family). I made my first sancocho there. I hosted numerous Noche Buenas there. 🎶THIS WAS MY HOME!🎵 • Sure, I’ve had terrible neighbors, and the kids next door are so damn loud I’ve thought of fighting them. And my landlord... let me not say anything too crazy because in the end, he and his family were good to me. So I’m a little emotional. • It’s a small place; we don’t fit in it anymore. And during this new #quarantinelife I realized I needed something else. Moving is the right decision. Necessary, even. And the new place is cute and roomier. But this morning, after the week I had, and the losses we all suffered, and not having my family here to help me with this major life change because of the way our elected officials have handled this fucking pandemic, I am feeling DOWN when I should be happy or excited. • I woke up sad and asked #jadedbae to accompany me on the organ as I sang “Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen” ala Mahalia Jackson because I’m a dramatic brat. And he did. So I guess that’s just a little reminder that I’m not 100% alone. • Be nice to me this week; I’m so close to falling apart. #jadedismoving (at Brooklyn, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEjU2x1Jsn4/?igshid=143t7t4vkwuzz
