Inside the mind of a kind of quirky, pretty stubborn, way too opinionated, twenty-something, heteroflexible Black female newly employed up-and-moved-to-DC Princeton GRADUATE who's just trying to sort out her life. An uninhibited celebration of all that is me, this blog is an exercise in self-discovery and live-with-your-heart-wide-open-ness. Though I make respect a habit, I will not always be politically correct, and I believe in the power of making audiences uncomfortable to inspire change.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Where do I live?
On Monday when my friend T and I went shopping, a cashier at New York and Company looked up my account and exclaimed, "My, you're in [the computer database] a lot! What's your address?" I stammered, wondering what was the most appropriate answer. I told her I was a college student, that was complicated. She said okay, Mays Landing, Princeton, or Chicago? I told her to get rid of Chicago, but I chuckled because New Brunswick will be added to that list soon. I really hate incidents like this, where I have to tell someone where I live. Where I am is rarely where I'm from, it's also rarely where I'll be for very much longer, and that makes me feel...slightly homeless.
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