Several things happened to me this morning all before I actually got to the office of my new job:
I am a pretty simple lady. You don’t have to do a great deal to impress me. I’m content with a good book, a scented candle and a few uninterrupted hours in my bed. As you can see from the above, I am relatively normal-looking. I am not of supermodel status so I needn’t be plied with gifts and empty sentiments; wined and dined at the most exclusive restaurants. Seriously, it doesn’t take that much to get me to love you. Mister dropkicked me in the back about a week after meeting me and I still love him now, six years later. I’m just not that difficult to impress.
“Other things may change us, but we start and end with family.” – Anthony Brandt
“A happy family is but an earlier heaven.” – George Bernard Shaw
There are times when my family – immediate and extended – drive me to distraction. My mother, kind and loving as she is, will call me multiple times a day and sometimes forgets that I am no longer 12 and thus not obliged to do everything she says. My father, wise and patient and wonderful as he is, will tell me the same thing 27 times because obviously if I’m not doing what he told me, it’s not because I am an adult making my own decisions, it’s because I haven’t heard him. My aunts and uncles still in Nigeria will forget that all of us over here have bills and responsibilities of our own and will treat us like banks – placed in our positions solely to finance their lives back home.
There are times when my brother makes me so angry that were he not 6’2 of solid muscle, I would simply reach up and punch him in the throat. There are times when I just want to shake my sister and tell her that we all adore her for who she is and to stop worrying all the time.
Jax Teller and I have a difficult relationship although it would not immediately appear so to the naked eye. He and I, having met when we were nowt but bairns, have formed a friendship so steadfast, so strong and so open that it often baffles the mind to think how a bespectacled black girl from London and a tattooed, rugged, motorbike riding hellcat from Charming, California could ever be anything but strangers at best and enemies at worst.
So I needed a break. I had it and I’m back.
I noticed that my blog was becoming a really depressing place to visit with so many posts dedicated to how down I felt or how lost I was or how angry and frustrated and ready-to-harm-someone I was. And whilst you guys remained supportive and generally awesome, even I became disgusted with myself and what I was putting out there.
Part of my sadness was due to the fact that after reverb10, we drifted apart a little and while I adore my regular readers, those of you who stuck around and continue to stick around, I mourned the loss of finding my reader full of brand new posts from brand new people and I became a little disheartened. You have progressed from fellow bloggers to friends. I’m happy to know you all and felt like I was missing more and more.
Stereo. 20-something aspiring bon vivant. London based. Exceptionally Nigerian. Partial to snark. My default setting is "wry". Jeans and blazers are my uniform. Landlady. Speed reader, tuneless singer, hoarder of words, drinker of Schloer; I am suspicious of most people, have zero tolerance for tomfoolery, have a vast DVD collection, worship at the altar of Al Green, own too many bottles of nail polish, have small eyes, small ears and giant hair and owe approximately 86% of my awesome to the Parents Typewriter.
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