don’t say we’re not spontaneous.

after my doctor’s appointment, fk and i were waiting on my prescription to be filled at the pharmacy. we had [tentative] plans for later that day but that all quickly changed when i suggested we go to primm, nevada. i know you are probably asking yourself, “primm, nevada…really?” or for those of you who don’t know where primm is you are probably saying, “what’s in primm?” well, yes to answer the former and the williams sonoma outlet to answer the latter. i know, i know…we just got back from vegas a week ago and primm is, in fact, just an hour outside of vegas, but we didn’t get a chance to stop there so we thought we would just go for the day.

that’s us.

so we went home, grabbed extra clothes, snacks, and water and off we headed.
fun times…
hanging out, talking, listening to some tunes, driving, scenery change.

loving it…
until less than 5 miles to go and traffic stops. i mean for real, going nowhere…for seconds, for minutes, for a lot of minutes. first the truck driver next to us gets out to see what’s going on, then the driver of the car on the other side, then us, and everyone around us.

after a good 45 minutes of a complete standstill, we started moving…slowly. not sure what the hold-up was–although we heard a few rumors–because it wasn’t clear to the clueless, tired, hot, and ready-to-be-moving observer.
regardless, in minutes we were at our day’s destination.

…looks like the trip [and wait] was worth it!

and remember…



i guess i have been doing some thinking…some thinking lately which has culminated in this blog, on this particular day in which the country we live in celebrates our independence. probably not ironic at all, actually.

i have been thinking that this country is such a diverse one. i’ve known this, i am sure, even though i have lived most of my life surrounded by people a lot like me. this is not to say that my growing up had been one among homogenous people–we had our differences for sure…
there were whites and blacks [with a few others who didn’t fit into these easily delineated two],
there were christians and non [as well as others who mainly got grouped in the latter category since they didn’t believe like the former],
there were the have and the have wants [separated not by tracks but more locational…east and west side of town],
there were those who pulled for bama and those who pulled for auburn [and if you had affinity for neither you simply weren’t worth counting].

there were differences…differences that we all had to get used to, differences that we all had to deal with, differences that we all had to live with and among.

so i knew of different people living side-by-side [or so to speak], but i saw and experienced it in a different capacity when i moved across the country…across the country to a huge city that seems to beckon people from all over, myself included. and i witnessed it. people much different than myself, yet both of us claiming the same citizenship.
people who hail–generations previous–from places i never knew existed [and i actually paid attention in geography].
people who actually knew the heritage of their people [whereas all i could proudly say is, “i’m from the south.”]
people who were raised differently, who believe differently, who live differently, who talk differently…people who are americans, just like me. yet not like me at all.

and i’ve thought about this over the past few weeks…thought about how all of our differences can be so divisive [regardless of where we live in this united grouping of states].
race, ethnicity, language, religion, gender, gender orientation, wealth, privilege, status, sporting teams, sport fans, political parties…some more divisive than others.

and i’ve thought of all i have learned from those who are different than myself–no matter how hard the lesson learned, no matter how hard it was for me to finally learn, no matter how much pride i had to lay down, no matter what i thought i knew–and i am much the better person from encountering these people.
these people who have made me see others objectively,
these people who have filled my heart with compassion,
these people who have made me question the status quo,
these people who have challenged my own beliefs,
these people who i have grown to love as this
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