…building me a home

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The opening credits of Spike Lee’s SCHOOL DAZE rolled images of brown college students across time while powerful voices echoed the spirituals of yesteryear with the thunderous “I’m Building me a Home.”

Now living in Atlanta, a short drive from the Atlanta University Center where the legendary Morehouse and Spelman stand, I know that the Morehouse College glee club were singing in the style of their forefathers, but I was transfixed with the sound, the feel and the idea that every decision we make creates a space for our souls to reside and flourish.

I am house hunting.

I have been told that I haven’t been looking long. To be patient. But I am eager to know what my life will look like and that requires knowing where I will lay my head. Will I be closer in-town with access to the artistic haunts I am determined to frequent? Will I find myself in a suburban cul-de-sac tending perennials? Will I live in the inconvenience of a renovation or luck up on a property that is move-in-ready…already sleek and pretty? Where I land will shape my days so I am eager to know where that will be.

Because this is a season of transition.

My partner-in-art is relocating. The irony of my writing a thank you, a tribute in her honor and then learning shortly after that she was leaving is not lost on me. There I was talking about how proud I was of her growth as an artist without knowing that I would be made to dedicate myself to my own art. I will no longer have her as a life line to the jam sessions, creative minds and striving artists in the city that I only see through a teacher’s eyes. She inspired me. Now I need to follow her example and get to living as an artist.

It is part of the transition that is already in motion.

And I wish us both the best on the next leg of this journey.

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