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Article by Fortesa Latifi:
"Being the child of an influencer, Vanessa tells me, was the equivalent of having a full-time job—and then some. She remembers late nights in which the family recorded and rerecorded videos until her mother considered them perfect and days when creating content for the blog stretched into her homeschooling time. If she expressed her unease, she was told the family needed her. “It was like after this next campaign, maybe we could have more time to relax. And then it would never happen,” she says. She was around 10 years old when she realized her life was different from that of other children. When she went to other kids’ houses, she was surprised by how they lived. “I felt strange that they didn’t have to work on social media or blog posts, or constantly pose for pictures or videos,” she says. “I realized they didn’t have to worry about their family's financial situation or contribute to it.”
Vanessa, who requested anonymity to speak freely about her family dynamics, says she helped create content for huge companies like Huggies and Hasbro when her mom landed endorsement deals. When she reached puberty and began menstruating, her mother had her do sponsored posts for sanitary pads. “It was so mortifying,” she says. “I just felt like I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.”
Being part of an influencer family changed everything about her life, Vanessa says. “Sometimes I didn’t know where the separation was between what was real and what was curated for social media.” And her mother’s online presence indelibly warped their relationship. “Being an influencer kid turned my relationship with my mom into more of an employer-employee relationship than a parent-child one,” she says. “Once you cross the line from being family to being coworkers, you can’t really go back.”
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Khanbalinov has had zero new offers since he took his kids offline. “When we were showing our kids, brands were rolling in left and right—clothing companies, apps, paper towel companies, food brands. They all wanted us to work with them,” he says. “Once we stopped, we reached out to the brands we had lined up and 99 percent of them dropped out because they wanted kids to showcase their products. And I fought back, like, you guys are a paper towel company—why do you need a kid selling your stuff?”
The law has woefully lagged behind the culture here, but there’s signs that policymakers might finally be catching up. In 2023, in addition to Illinois, three other states—New York, Washington State, and New Jersey—proposed bills to protect influencer kids. Contrast that with the flurry of legislative activity in just the first two months of 2024. Seven more states—Maryland, Georgia, Ohio, Missouri, California, Arizona, Minnesota—have introduced similar legislation. Some of the bills are going one step further to protect the privacy of the kids featured in this content. In some states, proposed legislation would include a clause that borrows from a European legal doctrine known as the “right to be forgotten”—it would allow someone who was featured in content when they were a child to request that platforms permanently delete those posts. None of the current legislation introduced, however, would outright bar the practice of featuring minors in monetized content.
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The movement on this issue was glacial for years, but it finally feels like the ice has thawed. Much of that progress is thanks to activists like Cam Barrett (she/they), a 25-year-old creator (@softscorpio) who uses TikTok to talk about her experience of being overshared in their childhood and adolescence. Barrett doesn’t go by her legal name anymore because of the online history it’s tied to. “I love my legal name,” Barrett tells me. “I just don’t love the digital footprint attached to it.” Last year, Barrett testified in front of the Washington State legislature as a proponent of a bill to protect influencer kids. This year, they testified again—this time, in front of the Maryland legislature.
“As a former content kid myself, I know what it’s like to grow up with a digital footprint I never asked for,” Barrett told the Maryland House of Delegates Economic Matters Committee in February. “As my mom posted to the world my first-ever menstrual cycle, as she posted to the world the intimate details about me being adopted, her platform grew and I had no say in what was posted.” And yet, Cam says her activism has been healing.
For Cam and other influencer children, getting a paycheck won’t give them back what they lost—a normal childhood unobstructed by the cameras pushed into their faces. But it could be the beginning of some version of restitution. “My friends say I’m fighting for little Cam,” she tells me. “It feels very healing because I didn’t have anyone to fight for me as a kid.”"
Read the full article here: https://www.cosmopolitan.com/lifestyle/a60125272/sharenting-parenting-influencer-cost-children/
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Secrets of the pitch part 4
She has a sad but angry look on her face. "Keira, please listen to me. She didn't let me finish last night. You know Manchester is the last place I'd ever go. Please just let me explain."
"Ok, so tell me, why are you going back there after everything that happened? After everything they did to us, why go back?" sitting down in one of the cubicles, just then I realize that the other girls are still in the room.
"Keira It's not as simple as she is making it out to be. You know, as well as Lucy and Georgia, that Manchester is the last place anyone of us wants to go back to after what we all went through. I don't want to go back, but I have to."
Looking around the room, the girls look so confused. Nobody was ever told there was only ever speculation where me Lucy Keira and Georgia were for them for 2 months in 2021. Nobody but them and the police know what happened to us in them. 2 months
It was all my fault, really snapping out of my head when Keira started to talk. "What are you going on about? You need to go back. There is nothing there to go back to. You have a contract with Barca. You can't just go when you have no reason to."
She was partly right. The only reason I'm going back is because I'm selling my childhood home. There is no point in me kepping it I'm never going back there after this, and I guess this is how she is going to fine me out for my retirement.
I've not even told Lucy yet, and now I'm telling 5 people "Keira, I'm retiring. My knee can't take anymore. It hurts to just stand on it. I want to play this next season, so fucking bad, but I don't know if I can. I'm going back because I'm selling my childhood house. She didn't let me finish what I was saying last night."
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I know I said Alexia Putellas would be next but I’ve not been able to think how to start it but I will write it in the next week or two
Also what do you all think happened in 2021 🤔
#women’s football#women’s soccer#women’s super league#woso community#woso x reader#woso imagine#barclays wsl#wsl#barcelona femeni#lucy bronze#georgia stanway#keira walsh#alexia putellas
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I was intrigued by this haunted house for sale in Fort Gaines, Georgia, so I did a little research. Known as Dean’s Haunted Mansion, it’s a defunct, failed haunted attraction that couldn’t turn a profit, and when you look at the amateur decor attempt, you can see why. Built in 1829, it has 3bd, 3ba., and is for sale for $400K.
This is what it looked like in 2016 when it was a fixer-upper selling for $49,900. Oddly, back then it had 6bd. and 2.5ba. (It’s been flipped 3 times.)
Seriously, it doesn’t look like it needed much work, and I don’t think that any fixer-upping took place at all. I think that the current owners just decorated it, as it was.
It was cute- it had a fireplace in the .5 bath, which may or may not still be there.
I’m trying to navigate my way thru the house, and it’s not easy, but this is clearly the sitting room fireplace. (Notice the sexy skeletal leg provocatively peeking out from behind the curtain.)
It’s kind of impossible to match the rooms up, so I’m just going with the flow. Here we have Krampus, some friends & some caskets. Love the ceiling.
I like these walls- this house was redone, it just needed a few tweaks.
Vampire coming thru. They spray painted the fireplace.
They redid the kitchen.
And, here’s the haunted version. Completely annihilated.
Lots of original fireplaces. Here’s a bd. and a cute vintage bath.
Creepy clown room.
These rooms were redone, a closet was added, but the rest of the house needs to be finished.
Part of the house needed finishing.
Here’s a haunted OR.
Looks like some experimentation going on.
More miscellaneous horror figures.
The side of the house then and now.
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/ from For the love of old houses albums
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/106-Washington-St-N-Fort-Gaines-GA-39851/105187323_zpid/
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One Georgia Democrat is fed up with some members of her own party, accusing them of prioritizing illegal immigrants over Black children as kids struggle to stay afloat academically and economically.
State Rep. Mesha Mainor, a Democrat, is a staunch supporter of school choice, and she torched Georgia Democrats on "Fox & Friends" Monday for aiding migrant families while poor residents struggle with necessities.
"I was speaking to someone that works with migrants the other day, and when I was talking about my constituents, she said, ‘well, what about this program?’ And then she had to… step back a second," Mainor told Ainsley Earhardt Monday morning.
"And she said, ‘Oh, but those are just for migrants.’ And so there are so many services that… from a humanitarian aspect, sure. Give them those humanitarian aspects. But if you walk down the street in Atlanta, Georgia, right now, you are going to see kids on the corner selling water because they are trying to make money for their households."
GEORGIA GOV. BRIAN KEMP ENDORSES $6,500 PRIVATE SCHOOL VOUCHER BILL
"They don't have lights on… to do homework, and this is just a much broader issue than people are realizing," she continued.
Mainor garnered attention on the issue after she posted a video on Twitter over the weekend accusing her colleagues of trying to oust her over her stance on school choice.
"It's ironic. I'll say every election year, I hear ‘Black Lives Matter.’ But do they? I see every other minority being prioritized except Black children living in poverty that can't read," Mainor said in the video.
"We'll send $1,000,000 to the border for immigrant services, but Black communities, not even a shout-out. I'm sorry, I don't agree with this," she added. "I'm not backing down and I'm actually just getting started."
BLUE STATE COVID LEARNING LOSS WIDENED RACIAL ACHIEVEMENT GAPS RELATIVE TO RED STATES: STUDY
She even accused some fellow lawmakers of offering $1,000 checks "to anyone that will run against" her.
Mainor's deep-blue 56th House District stretches from southwest Atlanta up into the Midtown area and includes schools in dire need of improvement. She said some schools in her area have low single-digit proficiency levels in math and/or reading.
Additionally, politicians are not doing enough to counter the sliding academic achievement gap, she argued.
"We are acting like we care about Black people, and in my opinion, we are doing very little for Black people, and when you're talking about something like school choice, it really helps Black people. It helps children that are disabled," Mainor said.
"And so we put priorities on lots of other minorities, and I'm not saying that these other minorities are not important, but I feel like we are putting Black people at the very bottom of the totem pole," she continued.
School choice advocates also support expansion of charter schools, which have grown greatly in Georgia in recent years and many of which count minority students as a majority of their enrollments.
Charter schools are publicly funded schools that are independently run and include students who are not in the immediate area; teachers unions often oppose them as well since their teachers generally are not unionized.
Mainor said parents in her district are in favor of school choice, and the backlash from her colleagues on the issue is a "slap" in the face to anyone who supports their right to choose where their children attend class.
"My parents want school choice," Mainor said. "I have the most charter schools in my district than any other district in the state of Georgia, and so for my party, my colleagues, to say that all these parents that have chosen charter schools and are choosing school choice options are irrelevant and not important, it's not only a slap in my face, but they're slapping every single parent in my district that uses these services in the face as well."
According to the NAEP Report Card, average math and reading scores dropped 9.8 points and 6.3 points respectively, in Georgia, from 2017 to 2022.
#nunyas news#remember when someone tried to secure the border#but you called him racist#ya this is partially your own doing now
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Samantha wasn't Kyle's only employee to grow their family over the past few years. Georgia's brother Gavin had also been through some big changes.. Thankfully his situation meant that he wouldn't be leaving his job as manager of the Bluewater Village shop any time in the foreseeable future. Quite the opposite, he was unexpectedly committed to staying there.
Gavin had reconciled with his estranged wife April a couple of years ago, and she had moved into his little rented house in Bluewater Village.
Kyle figured it wouldn't be long now until Gavin resigned from the shop and moved back to the city. He didn't know how April felt about living in a sleepy little seaside town, but Gavin had made no secret of his ambition to succeed in the business world, and you can't do that from Bluewater Village.
It was a pity - Gavin had been one of the best people to be involved in the bookstores. While little independent shops were closing all over the place and sales of printed books seemed to be in decline, their shops had flourished thanks to his ideas.
It was Gavin who had got their online shop up and running, something Kyle and Cory wouldn't know where to start with. He'd managed their advertising, and encouraged Kyle to 'lean into' the Victorian feel of Bluewater Village.
They were selling many of the same books as the big chains, but somehow having an old cash register and signs in a decorative font makes your business more appealing, at least to tourists - and Bluewater Village had plenty of them.
Kyle waited with some dread for Gavin's resignation, but it never came. The only announcement they got was that of April's pregnancy.
Baby Austin was born the following spring, and Kyle was still waiting...
... but Gavin and April seemed quite content.
When Gavin indicated one day that he needed to talk to Kyle about something work-related and serious, he thought it was finally time. But to his surprise, Gavin wasn't resigning. Instead, he needed proof of income and of employment in good standing, for his bank. He and April were applying for a mortgage to buy a house on the beach, here in Bluewater Village.
The place they had found was large, shabby and neglected. Between her savings and some help from her parents, April had the deposit. Their combined incomes would cover the repayments, with enough left over to gradually restore the place.
Kyle couldn't have been more surprised, especially when Gavin shrugged away talk of his past ambitions as if it meant nothing. Bluewater Village was a great place to raise kids, he said.
The house was right on the beach, with views you don't get in the city
It had a good sized yard, and room to grow vegetables. April and Gavin both loved gardening, and if the soil here was too sandy, that was easily fixed with a few raised beds.
Inside, the house was cosy and comfortable. They redecorated the kitchen first and spent much of their time there as they didn't yet have a usable living room.
There would be plenty of room for a growing family, and this was all the more important now, as Gavin and April were expecting baby number two.
From Kyle - Part 2
Gavin and April got back together via rolling lots of wants for each other. Gavin doesn't seem to care about his career any more and just rolls wants for April, babies, his dog and gardening. So I guess he's happy too.
The Bluewater bookstore is based on this real life shop, in fact the whole of Bluewater Village in my game is based on Greytown, its Victorian beginnings and its revival as a boutique shopping destination. I even have the drive there from the city in mind, when I talk about the winding, hilly road from Richmond to Bluewater Village
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Thank you for openly admitting that you aren't ashamed to vote for a genocider. Most democrat voters try to hide their support for genocide, so it's nice to see some honesty for a change.
Either you don't understand the situation we are in or you don't understand what "support" means. If withholding my vote cannot lead to the genocide stopping sooner or any lives getting saved, then casting that vote cannot have been "support for genocide" in any way that makes sense.
I expect to vote against Biden in the primary. I expect to vote for any pro-Palestine or pro-ceasefire candidate I can find in the congressional races (both primary and general). If you can vote for anyone on this list of cosponsors of the pro-ceasefire House resolution, or if you can find anyone in favor of a ceasefire in your area's primaries, please vote for them.
As for the general election, I live in a purple state, which means if a Democrat loses in my state, a Republican wins and nobody is surprised about it. Have you heard what the Republicans are saying about Israel and Palestine? Last I checked, the Republicans mostly believe that Israel should completely overrun Palestine, whether to fulfill Biblical prophecy or to rid the world of the Muslims / brown people they hate or both. The Republicans are in fact worse on this issue.
If Biden wins the primary and loses the general election because he lost somewhere like Virginia, Georgia, Wisconsin, or Nevada, nobody will be shocked and the Democrats will probably chalk it up to being "not centrist enough". If you want the Democrats to learn the right lesson from losing a Presidential race in 2024, they need to lose somewhere like California, Vermont, or Massachusetts, ideally while pro-Palestine Democrats win their races in those areas. If you can scare them by putting Barbara Lee (D-CA, voted for ceasefire) into office with ballots where the President slot is blank or 3rd-party, by all means do that.
Also remember there are other actions you can take besides voting! Protests and other sorts of actions are going on in lots of places!
If you want me to sell out myself and my queer friends and family by letting a Republican win in a swing state, you better have a rock-solid plan for how this will actually save lives, and right now I am not convinced you have one.
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I Wanna Dance with Somebody Chapter 1
TITLE: I Wanna Dance with Somebody
PAIRING: Willard/OC
RATING: T
CHAPTER: 1/?
SUMMARY: Molly has just moved to Bomont with her older brother Ren after the death of their mother. Where Ren gets into trouble, Molly tries to remain invisible. That is until an awkward country boy tries to befriend her. Can Willard help her regain the confidence she lost? And more importantly, will he help her to dance again?
[A/N - Welcome to the first chapter of my Footloose fic! I’ve loved Miles Teller since I saw him in this movie!]
Ren and Molly stepped off the Greyhound bus onto the soil of Bomont, Georgia.
Molly took her older brother’s hand as they walked through a small farmer’s market.
People were selling various vegetables and homemade goods.
Maybe she could convince Uncle Wesley to take her once they had settled in. Across the train tracks was their uncle’s car dealership.
“Momma! It’s Ren and Molly! They’re here!” Amy yelled.
Their two cousins came running up to them and tackled Ren in a hug.
“Hey girls! How you doin’?” Ren picked them up. “You guys are huge! Get off of me! Attack of the cousins!”
Molly giggled as Ren set them down.
Their Aunt Lulu walked up to them and hugged them.
“Hey, how you doin’?” Ren asked her.
“Good. Hope you got some sleep on that bus.”
“Yeah. We got plenty of sleep. No worries, Lulu.”
Wesley walked up to them. “Hey.”
“Wesley,” Ren said, shaking his hand.
“You used to call me Uncky Wes. You too big in the britches for that now? And Molly, you’re so beautiful. Like your mother.”
Molly smiled.
“Is anybody hungry?” Lulu asked.
Their little cousins nodded and yelled enthusiastically.
“Sounds good. Need a hand with your bags?” Wesley asked.
“I got it, thanks.” Ren picked up his bag and backpack and took Molly’s hand again.
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They drove to their aunt and uncle’s…well, their house and got ready for dinner.
“Hey Ren, I wanna tell you a joke. How do you make a tissue dance?” Amy asked.
“I don’t know,” Ren said.
“Put a little boogie in it.”
They both laughed.
Lulu started pouring them some sweet tea as Wesley filled his plate.
“Hey guys, I tell you about these baked beans? Your great grandma Esther, who you didn’t know, this is her secret recipe.”
“Yeah, you know what the secret ingredient is?” Lulu asked.
“Bourbon.”
Lulu laughed. “It’s not bourbon. It’s a ton of butter.”
“That’s code for bourbon.”
Lulu sat down at the table. “Now, we do burgers on Saturdays. I didn’t know if you were a vegetarian or a vegan or something?”
“No, no, no. This is great, it’s good. Thank you,” Ren told them.
Molly nodded in agreement.
“It’s grass-fed beef, so…” Wesley added.
“Thank you.”
“With a little bit of possum.”
“Okay. Who’s turn is it?” Lulu asked.
“Daddy’s!” the girls said.
“Let’s join hands. Bow your heads.”
Ren wiped his hands on his napkin and took Amy’s hand in his own.
Molly grabbed Ren’s hand and Sarah’s hand.
The two siblings sat there awkwardly as Wesley prayed.
“Most gracious heavenly Father, we ask you to bless this food, nourishment of our body and greater strength for Thy good. Help us be ever mindful of the needs of others. Amen!”
Molly murmured a soft ‘amen’ under her breath.
“Molly, ain’t you awfully hot in that, darlin’?” Lulu asked.
Molly shook her head and tugged her hoodie closer to her body. She ate a few bites of food before pushing her plate away.
“Are you sure you got enough?” Lulu asked.
Molly nodded.
“She ate on the bus,” Ren lied for her.
“Oh, okay. Well I’ll put it in the fridge for you later, okay?”
“Thank you, Lulu.”
Molly reached over and squeezed Ren’s hand in thanks.
Ren looked at her and gave her hand a squeeze back.
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After dinner, Wesley showed them to their room. The Warnicker house was small enough with four people, let alone six.
“This used to be my office, but Lulu fixed her up for you. It’s got all the essentials…water, power, bed. We figured you two wouldn’t mind sharing a bedroom.”
Molly and Ren had shared a bedroom for as long as they could remember. They were also closer than brother and sister. They were best friends.
“Look, I appreciate what you’ve done here. Taking us in and all. There, at the end, the money you sent us…it really helped,” Ren told him.
Molly nodded in agreement.
“I wish I could have done more,” Wesley said, “Now look, there’s rules in my house. They’re not written down, they’re just common sense. Do your schoolwork. Don’t stay out late, that’s not just my rule, that’s the law. And, uh, don’t give people attitude. This ain’t Boston.”
“I really wanna pull my own weight around here. You know, cooking meals, getting work, helping out and Molly can babysit the girls whenever you want. She loves kids.”
“My buddy, Andy Beamis runs a cotton gin up on Chulahoma. He said you can start in the middle of next week.”
“Couldn’t I work at the car lot with you? I’m good with engines, oil changes. That’s how I made money back home.”
“In this economy, that’s the best I got. I suggest you learn to love it. Come on.”
Ren and Wesley left the room.
“How am I supposed to get to work and school? You got subways out here in Mayberry?” Ren asked.
“There’s that Yankee sarcasm I’ve been hearing about. Wish it were funnier. Okay. You say you’re good with engines? I’ll make you a deal. If you can get this baby running, she’s all yours.” Wesley pulled a tarp off a yellow Volkswagen Bug.
“This?”
“That’s a bad-ass car, boy.”
Molly wouldn’t call it bad-ass, but it sure was adorable.
Ren pulled on the passenger door, but it didn’t open.
“Okay. Okay. The door sticks and the gas pedal’s missing. Hey, it’s a fixer-upper.” Wesley left Ren to his own devices.
Molly patted her brother on the shoulder. “You can do it, Riri.”
“Thanks, Mols. Why don’t you go unpack and relax?”
Molly left her brother to tinker on his car and went back to their bedroom. A few hours later, Molly heard loud music as Ren drove out of the garage. “Holy shit,” she breathed. He’d actually done it.
Unfortunately for Ren, he came back to the house with a ticket.
Later that night, once everyone had gone to bed, Molly went into the kitchen and grabbed her dinner. She took it out on the front porch and nibbled on it while she listened to the cicadas and crickets. She knew Ren missed the city life, but she could see herself being happy here.
A/N - I’m thinking of posting the second chapter today too. Just so I can introduce Willard and everything.
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As a mysterious new virus spread across the globe and outrage over police violence spilled into the streets, Stone Mountain resident Renee Walters spent 2020 in a state of growing isolation and shock. Her distress gave way to depression as the year wore on and fears about her family’s safety consumed her.
“What can I do [so] that my son won’t have to be a hashtag?” she wondered.
Across town, her church friend Ashley Scott was experiencing similar feelings. After several therapy sessions, Scott was convinced she was suffering from racial trauma — the symptoms similar to post-traumatic stress disorder that result from major or repeated experiences of racism.
More than ever, they found themselves questioning if there was a place in America where they, as Black women, could feel safe, supported, and free.
An answer started to appear when Walters came across a news headline: “You Could Buy an Entire Town in Georgia for the Price of a Luxury Apartment in NYC.”
Joined by another friend, Laura Riley-Cooper, the women drove more than two hours south from their metro Atlanta homes to Toomsboro, a central Georgia town of fewer than 400 residents. They knew nothing about this region of their state: Wilkinson County, a rural area that is 38 percent Black. Still, they wanted to see if this was a place — with its “40 acres of land and 36 parcels of property” — where they might be able to create a safe haven for themselves and their friends.
After attending the open house for the town of Toomsboro, the group decided not to purchase the property, Walters said. The price had increased to $2.3 million because of the attention brought by the viral posts about its sale. Instead, they had developed an attachment to a nearby 97-acre plot in unincorporated Wilkinson County.
“It just felt like this [was] ours. We took ownership as soon as our feet hit the ground,” Walters said, noting that land cost “significantly less” than what they would have spent purchasing Toomsboro. She envisioned developing the space into a pro-Black community.
On the drive home, the women began calling friends to pitch them on the idea of collectively purchasing the land. This wasn’t the first time the serial entrepreneurs had gone into business together — they had joined a number of multilevel marketing companies together, Walters said — but it would certainly be their biggest undertaking to date.
Nineteen families total agreed to join their effort. The planned settlement grew to 502 acres. And Scott came up with a name for the community: Freedom.
Building a town from scratch
Eventually, the founders want the Freedom settlement to obtain a charter and become a city, though they don’t plan to begin that process for another three to five years. First, they need to recruit at least 200 residents, attract business owners, and conduct a feasibility study on the community’s strategic plan, Riley-Cooper said. Then they plan to make a formal request to have their city charter approved by the Georgia Congress.
The women are fundraising through campaigns on GoFundMe and IndieGogo. Their GoFundMe has amassed more than $110,000, which they say helped fund temporary electric poles, a well and well-water pump, and clearing of 5 acres of land, among other things.
The founding group of families have financed the purchase of the original 97 acres and have secured a “substantial” hard money loan for the additional 400 acres, Scott said. Hard money loans typically are very high-interest loans used to purchase investment properties. Lenders generally use the property as collateral instead of relying on the borrower’s creditworthiness.
Freedom’s founders plan to develop and sell the land to residents in phases, Riley-Cooper said. The first phase includes 13 parcels of 6 acres each, which the founders hope to sell at $55,000 per plot to residents who will build homes or businesses on the settlement. Once they’ve paid down their loan, the women hope to secure a construction loan to build out 10 acres for a mixed-use development. This process will likely take years to complete.
They also hope to purchase about 700 acres of land to connect their two current parcels, which are separated by less than a mile connected by a roadway, Scott said.
Purchasing undeveloped land in an unfamiliar county is a huge risk, and a few people were immediately against joining the collective when they first pitched the idea to friends back in 2020, Scott said. But some were immediately on board, including Kevin James.
James, a Trinidadian immigrant who lives in Marietta, said he had been looking for a “close-knit community” when Scott approached him with the initial plans for Freedom. The two had been friends for years and had envisioned creating a similar community on a smaller scale in metro Atlanta. They dreamed about pooling their money to buy land and share a whole cul-de-sac with friends.
A self-proclaimed “city boy,” James admits the idea of purchasing land in Wilkinson County took him out of his comfort zone. But, like Scott, he was encouraged to establish an environment that felt safer for him and other Black families following the police violence that received national attention in 2020.
James, who is single with no kids, joined the founders on the initial loan and plans to use Freedom as a second home. But he admits that he had a few heated discussions with people and even lost a friend over his decision. The friend worried that some would interpret the pro-Black community as a separatist mission, James said.
“He thought I was crazy for even engaging in something like this. His view on BIPOC here in America is ‘keep your head down …’” he said, using an acronym to refer to “Black, Indigenous and people of color.” “He was just baffled as to how I would be a part of something so public. And something called Freedom at that.”
A legacy of Black settlements
Freedom would become the latest in a long history of Black American settlements. In 2015, the Historic Black Towns and Settlements Alliance was created by five communities — Grambling, Louisiana; Mound Bayou, Mississippi; Eatonville, Florida; Hobson City, Alabama; and Tuskegee Institute, Alabama (where the HBCU remains) — with the hopes of preserving that legacy. The group has since grown and now represents between 50 and 70 towns and settlements at any given time, according to spokesperson Tanya Debose.
Most of those towns and settlements were established post-Civil War, Debose said.
“People never think about where their ancestors [went] after being freed. One of the things we know now is there was a lot of racial terror going on after emancipation. They had to huddle in spaces where they felt safe.”
Some of those spaces became actual communities and ultimately were incorporated, she added.
The residents “were able to not just be a settlement of formerly enslaved people — they actually incorporated,” Debose said. “They wanted to own their own sovereignty and create their own community and identity.”
Debose believes anyone hoping to establish a new Black settlement today could benefit from knowing what made previous places succeed or fail. As a fifth-generation descendant of the people who created Independence Heights in Texas, that history is personal to her. According to Debose, about 600 residents decided to create their own municipal city after struggling to obtain running water and paved streets from the city of Houston. She says after the stock market crash in the 1920s the city was unable to repay a loan to Houston. The city of Independence Heights folded as a result. Today, it’s a community within Houston.
Some universities and organizations have started to create databases of historically Black towns to preserve their stories, and the Historic Black Towns and Settlements Alliance hopes to create its own interactive map and database soon, too.
Hurdles to Freedom
Walters, Scott, and Riley-Cooper admit they have more work to do to ensure Freedom can become real and thrive. For one, there are questions about how a town that was founded as a safe haven for Black people will handle policing when beliefs on crime and safety vary widely among Black Americans.
“While we don’t necessarily want to have [a] big policing [presence], we live in a county that already has a sheriff’s department that we [will] pay taxes toward. When something happens, we expect our sheriff’s department to come and lock somebody up and take them away,” Scott says. “At the same time, we expect our citizens to carry a gun and know how to protect themselves. We are very much advocates for our Second Amendment rights.”
James says accounting for varying opinions has been the biggest challenge, even among the initial group of 19 families.
“Working that out has been the biggest challenge but we are all under the same philosophy that everything is not mapped out to the ‘T,’” he said. “We’ll learn as we go along.”
While there are a lot of logistical plans still to be made, there’s also room for joy. James got lost the first time he drove to Freedom (“there’s a certain point on the way to Freedom where it’s like the point of no return,” he said), but he’s planning to head back to the settlement this month for the annual Juneteenth celebration.
Last year’s “campout” event for the holiday was attended by more than 150 people and included activities for kids, live performances, and a fireworks display.
The founders expect the same turnout this year, though Scott said they’re cutting back costs, focusing on local artists, and adding more Indigenous history to the event.
“It won’t just be singing, rappers, dancing, and barbecuing but have some more cultural depth,” she says. Freedom also hosts other events throughout the year, including a campout that allows attendees to participate in archery, fishing, and outdoor yoga.
The attendance of these events also helps show that Freedom can be an asset to Wilkinson County, Scott says.
“They are just excited that people are interested in little ol’ rural, two-hour-away-from-Atlanta Wilkinson County,” she said. “There’s benefits for them because most people don’t look that far south of Atlanta for opportunities.”
Jewel Wicker is the editor-at-large at Capital B Atlanta and a freelance reporter covering entertainment and culture. Her work has appeared in Billboard, GQ, Atlanta magazine, and the New York Times.
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Baddie SMP Starters 9
the one with the clones
"You've got to do a 360 into the water."
"I need some kind of project."
"We're kind of weird, if you haven't noticed."
"I met him before you even knew who he was."
"You gave me a hug and walked away without saying a word."
"I could get really freaky in my basement with this one guy."
"I thought the devil went down to Georgia?"
"Can we ruin his life?"
"We could show up to his house and like. . .hurt him or something."
"Do you know how emotionally strenuous beat-boxing school is?"
"You are asking me questions I've signed NDAs about."
"Have you had the Icee that makes your poop green?"
"Suddenly this tall guy started following me around school."
"The camera adds a few pounds and you lose a few inches."
"I didn't want any workers to think I was weird, so I fled the scene."
"I am boxing a bunch of Filipinos right now."
"That was when he was stuck in his screaming and gargling phase."
"They sell those at Walmart now."
"You named your band after you dad?"
"I was a crochet major at Georgia Tech."
"I didn't give you permission to clone me."
"You have no idea how often my mom and I are on opposite sides of a pitch black room."
"I went to Vegas and bet a lot of money on that."
"I lost all the money due to the financial crisis of 2008."
"It's just Obama. He pisses me off."
"I'm on a list. A no-fly list."
"There's only one apartment building in Illinois."
"Can you get your crap from my house?"
"You can't blame everything on your IBS."
"I gotta go kiss my dog."
"This is a really toxic work environment."
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February 2023 Tour
So some of the maintenance we did on our 11 year old RV: replace part of a rotted slide-out floor, paint the yellowed ceiling fixtures, get front seat covers, a new driver’s side window, install a microwave over-the-stove, replace the 2 house batteries, "new" mattress and just scrub and touch-up everything. We took it to Henkel's RV Sales August 9, knowing it was off-season for RV sales. . . it is still there! We were hoping it would sell around the time of the big RV show in Tampa, but that's been a few weeks ago. . . It’s still in good shape; as Shorty said, “Nobody’s got any money now.”
Closing on our house was July 22, 2022. We found a G.E. dishwasher at an outlet store in Clearwater, a G.E. stove at an estate sale, and fridge, washer and dryer at Lowe's. By the time we got the mattresses, shower curtains, and things you need to live, our first night in the house was July 29. We still had to commute to Holiday to finish working on the RV at our tired senior pace. We decided we're going to die here, because we're too old to move again. . . we were so worn out. But dang, we're loving it here!
We continued commuting (about 35 miles each way) to see Shorty most weeks; a few times he came up to see us at the house.
The first two things I cooked in the new house were sheet pan chicken/taters/ corn on the cob and chicken parm on the sheet pan. After 10 years with an RV oven, I had a heuge two-shelfer and two giant sheet pans I had been dying to use. I had been collecting recipes from Julia Pacheco, my fav You-Tube home cook, for about a year. To Corny's (and Bob's) delight, I have been cooking up a storm! I also started a little canning. I have wanted sodium-free beans for a long time - and the pressure canner takes them from dried, right outta the bag to squishy soft in 40 minutes.
^stuffed Manicotti
Corny watched and I re-watched Breaking Bad on one of the many TVs we've found in storage auctions. This one came with a guest subscription to Netflix. We watched "Better Call Saul". He was Corny's favorite character. I've always loved Bryan Cranston. Then we watched all the Jurassic Park movies.
Here's a little tour. The walls are a very light grey; flooring is grey vinyl:
^This is where I have my oatmeal with Piggie and Poco
Master bed and bath:
Life of Christ cross - all the little boxes were delivered to Shorty's house over the past year and accumulated in storage. It was like Christmas, opening them all up and displaying them!
Bedroom 1, Den and bath 2:
Poco got a cute little 2' fence surrounding the patio. Corny doesn't worry so much about him wandering away now.
Backyard visitors: flock of 6 wild turkeys, pond turtle
Fledgling woodpecker chatted with me and clung to my leg for several minutes when I went to pick up my bedside dresser.
Without gutters yet, when hurricane Ian headed our way in September, we made two trips to a county park to fill sandbags. Some young, energetic people took pity on us old, slow-moving, moaning people and helped us haul the heavy bags to the Jeep. Corny made a few bucks selling flashlights and lanterns he had gotten on clearance months ago, thanks to Ian.
In November I did a big 2-week Georgia county run. I only got the Jeep stuck once, in mud covered by leaves. A Lumpkin County Sheriff had me out within minutes. I have about 1/3 of GA counties to visit:
On Thanksgiving Shorty brought Bob up to the house. They arrived at 5pm; the turkey finished at 7:30pm. I made real gravy for the first time in decades.
Corny had some kidney procedures in November, then found himself in the hospital for an infection in December.
Shorty told us on Dec. 1 he was moving "up north". He heard rumors that Hyundai was hiring contractors to do his job so he promptly took his 3 weeks vacation. When he went back to see if he was on the schedule, they were like "Who are you?". He had worked there 10 1/2 years. We were so glad they did what we couldn't - kick him in the pants so he would get a better job. The little shit decided to move to Elkhart, Indiana to be able to afford a house of his own. We miss him - my life has certainly changed. I would plan all week what to bring him or ask him or tell him. But we are very happy for him to be out on his own and experiencing real freedom for the first time. He left for Elkhart Dec. 3 so now we just text.
We didn't have much notice, so Christmas was basically cancelled. We went to Buffet City on Christmas Eve. I made 4# of candied pecans to send up north and give to the neighbors and Liam - Shiloh Builders' Number Two. They are building a house right next door which Chick, the owner of Shiloh, is going to live in part time. They are using the garage as their office.
I threw a tapestry over the TV for Christmas.
Corny scored a home run and got me a Kitchen Aid accessory that peels, cores and slices an apple all at the same time! I made my first apple pie since I was 20-something years old. I was always too impatient to peel apples.
We continue going to storage auctions. The latest score was an entire tub of Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon cards. I went through them all to check for the big buck$ cards. There weren't any. When I get back from BamaRama (GC9TB1Z) I will list them on Facebook Marketplace for prolly $20/box.
Life is Godd!
We fit out.
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Marvel rp chat incorrect quotes pt. 2
Luna: Did it hurt-
Rick: Yes.
Luna: You didn't let me finish.
Rick: Everything hurts.
Rochelle: sometimes i feel something crawl over me at night
Cole: it's the consequences of your actions
Liane: the guilt that comes with your choices
Mia: past trauma
Michelle: oops that was me. i sneak in your room to cuddle
Stella: We call that a traumatic event
Stella, turning to Cole: Not a "bruh moment"
Stella, turning to Rochelle: Not a "major L"
Stella, turning to Rick: And definitely not an "OOF lmao"
Jeremy: Wow...Fury really hates us.
Cole: Maybe he's homophobic?
Jeremy: We're not a couple, Cole.
Cole: We're not?
Mia: You're not?
Cass: Arete says "I love you" weirdly.
Mia: How so?
Cass: Watch this.
Cass: Arete, I love you!
Arete: I'd kill for you.
Luna: Thought I was meowing back at my cats for the past hour. Turns out it was just me and Cole meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.
Liane: HEY! HEY!
Rick, whispering: Shh, Luna's sleeping.
Liane, whispering: Sorry.
Rick: What did you need?
Liane, whispering: There's a fire.
Roch: I trust my kids. If they say they didn’t do it, then they didn’t do it.
[ Five minutes later. ]
Roch: Alright. Which one of you did it?
Mia: Just be casual. Try some light flirting.
Arete: I can do that.
[later]
Cass: Nice work! High five!
Arete: [intertwines their fingers]
Cass: Wh-
Arete: I'm in love with you.
*George and Georgia sitting in jail together*
George: …so who should we call?
Georgia: i’d call Michelle but I feel safer in jail
Roch: Do you think we went overboard with the party decorations?
Ethan: Nah, it's cool.
Luna: The backyard is on fire.
Rick: Aesthetic.
[at McDonald's]
Cole: Do you sell Happy Meals here?
Employee: We do.
Cole: Sweet! Could I get one of those, but without the meal?
Employee:
Cole: Please.
Mia: Ah yes, the four love languages.
Mia pointing at Roch: 'My family never told me they were proud of me'
Mia pointing at Cole: 'I'm so fucking tired please god just let me rest for five minutes'
Mia pointing at Luna: 'Please pay attention to me'
Mia pointing at Rick: 'Touch starved'
Mia to Cass: Okay, now observe.
Mia: EVERYONE, The floor is lava!
Rick: [helps Luna and Roch onto the counter]
Liane: [pushes Ji-Hoon off the sofa]
Mia: As you can see, there are two types of people.
Roch: If we put Liane and Ji-Hoon in a room, who would come out crying first?
Rick: The room.
@msrochelleromanofffelton @nyxphie @blueboirick @jackiequick
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Secrets of the pitch part 7
I run out of the room, past everyone, and to my car. Georgia and Lucys screams are still in my head. I just want it to stop please stop
Sitting in the car, trying to get my breathing under control, I feel my phone start ringing. Mi Amor picking it up. Lucy's voice rings from the other side. "Y/N, where are you?"
"I'm in the car. Lucy, make it stop. Please make it stop."
Hearing a door open from the other side of the phone, my voice breaks. When I go to reply, "The screaming." Hearing her take a deep breath, "I'll be the one in a moment; amour tries to breathe for me." Not even a moment later, the car door opens. Lucy kneels down and pulls me out of the car into a hug. "You're ok, we all are; we're not there anymore; we're safe; you're safe."
The damp floor hit me in the face as the man pushed me onto the floor. What is happening? The last thing I remember is going to the bar and going to the toilet. Looking around the room, I'm in a room that can't be bigger than the 5-foot wall to the wall and the 6-foot wall to the ceiling. The smell of mold fills my nose as I look around the room to see if there is anything I missed. I see a camera in the top left corner, pointed directly at me. Where are the girls? What's happening? Where are we?
"Y/n look at me. You need to breathe for me." pacing my hand on Lucy's head where the faint scar is, "I'm sorry for last night you didn't let me finish Lucy. I'm going back to Manchester to sell the house, then I'm going to stay in London for a bit. I never want to leave you, Lucy. It's just that I cannot be here. I want to still play Lucy. I really do so badly, but I can't and I can't be here and not play. I'll be back, but when I announced it, I just can't be here and not play. Barcelona was my dream, and now that dream is gone."
#women’s football#women’s soccer#woso community#woso imagine#woso x reader#barclays wsl#wsl#barcelona femeni#lucy bronze#georgia stanway#keira walsh#woso#woso one shot#woso soccer#woso fanfics
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Planing #4 - The black P .. err ... Sea
(source: Wikipedia)
Since the beginning I wanted to cross the black Sea by using an Ferry. It is just convenient compared to bus journeys with 6 stops. Or trains with no beds. Not to speak of the fact that once you arrived on the ferry everything is just running: You move. You get food. You have a bed. All things that you would need attention otherwise.
No 'if my room booked' or 'does the bus come?' 'am I to late' and other worries. Just check in and leave your worries outside.
I mean. I would not expect and luxury cruise like most would if they think about a ferry. But it still sounds amazing, or not?
Bonus is, that you can walk around! And it's still traveling. Like having 2 days 'off'. With some luck you could even watch dolphins!
Hahaha - OOOH how naive. This is the second when reality RKO's you thought a Table!!
(symbolic picture. replace water with lava!)
The Options
From Varna has a big Harbor and of course we could expect that a Ship will travel from there to Georgia. The NavBul offer(ed) this kind of service for decades!
On Burgas, an smal city on the coastline, you also can find a big Harbor with an other company that offers a ride :)
Last but not least. If everything breaks you could travel over Turkey via bus or train. Thanks e-visa and other options this should always be an nice solution.
The price for all options is almost equal at 200€ (with 100€ for hotels). On the time-side it will take 2-3 days to cross the Sea. Taking the Bus or Train wont take much more. In fact, it could be faster. Depends how much time you want to spend on the road.
NavBul
(actuall ferry)
Each ferry company has the same biz: Bring (mostly truckers and trucks) over the Sea. They all try to look like multi million dollar companies to the outside. But an short look to the actual place where you could hop onto the ship will open your eyes:
(google streetview)
They dont ship from the Habor. Oh now. They have a small beton-block far outside of Varna. You cannot reach that point with anything but a taxi. It is really in the middle of nowhere. Its basically a gigant field of old road with a smal house in front of it. Good luck!
But they do have a shedule, dont they? YES they had. But they were not matching the times. Last time I had a look on them, the ship was about 10 day's late. They don't tell you about that - but the international Navigation Satelite map for fessels told me. Imagine, arriving there and nobody is there. Nobody tells you anything. You are just lost.
Never got an reply to any email to them. You could call an Bulgarian cellphone number. Good luck with reaching someone on that!
I found some blog entries from others that had been on that ship. The most awesome line was 'And in the big room where we all had to spend our days was one TV where truckers where watching porn DVD's they had onto them. Too sad, that I had not saved that url :/
To be honest? I loved everything about that! It is so crazy apeshit. I would had loved to cross via Navbul. But too sad: They stopped the service in January 2024 :(
pbm Black Sea Ferry Services
(homepage of PBM - we are professional!)
So basically there is only one last company that offers shipping of private people over the black Sea. Only one. That is so crazy if you keep in mind how big the black Sea is.
PBM has a fixed schedule over the black Sea (each weekend from Burgas to Batumi) and an email adress where you actually can reach someone.
The office is not on the end of the world, but the company is not registered on any bigger selling platform. You want to 'book'? Then write an E-Mail. If you do that, they will reply that you should write again one week before the ship is moving. If you do THAT, they literally just write an Postit with your name one it.
Next step is to go to their office, on the day of departure before 6pm, and pay for the ticket. No cards. Cash. Euros are perfect. If you miss 6pm the reservation is void and you must hope that you still can hop on Board.
Even thought that the ship should leave on Fr Evening - They are ready when they are ready. I heard thats never before 10pm or 11pm. Sometimes even on the next day. Be prepared!
Otherwise. It seems to be okay there. The tickets start with 200€. All cabins are for four people. If you want to be alone PAY for it. They sell Wifi Access on the Burgas Office, but I wont bet, that it really works.
Yeah
I cant put in words how many days I spend collecting Info 'bout the ferries and how trustworthy they are. This is where adventure starts ;)
You could also spend the money on this plastic wall-picture of spiderman!
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Chunk: A Dream Come True
How often does a real personal dream come to realization?
I’m a kid watching Saturday morning cartoons; old school …Bugs Bunny, Tom and Jerry, Super friends, etc. etc.. All of these cartoons had the stereotypical bulldog cartoon rendition : gray or white fur, scrunched face, pointy ears and a scowl, I loved it! Whenever I would see a picture of a bulldog or if the god of dogs granted me the blessing of actually seeing one, my heart would melt. I’m a dog guy from the start. I loved them all whether if they are a beagle, chihuahua, terrier what have you, I loved them. But an English bulldog? It was a dream. I learned how expensive they could be and how problematic their health often is and discovered the expense was going to be a wall I couldn’t get over. I could do problematic all day long …I’m a teacher for goodness sake. I resigned myself to admiring them from afar.
I’m a grown man nursing my father while he is fighting a fourteen year battle with cancer. Dad was raised in poverty in the mountains of Georgia trying to eke out a living as a sharecropper farming family. My kids were in FFA as I was in school and the farm mentality was strong with us. Most people who farm for a living all pretty much have the same view of having pets …don’t. This obviously wasn’t a steadfast rule, but if you raise animals they are for profit or sustenance; it didn’t pay to get attached …too attached to farm animals or any domesticated animal. This was dad, except …for big slobbery, English bulldogs, it was the only time he ever mentioned wanting a pet. Since dad was a child of the depression, any expenditure on dogs or cats was deemed unnecessary. He’d bring up the bulldog longing and I would reply, “ dad, just get one.” “NAAAAHHHHH, don’t need to spend the money,” he would respond. Same old dad.
In 1998, dad got cancer for the first of three times and it was as rough as you could imagine. It’s a common reaction to know something a cancer patient really wants and wanting to get it for them, because, you know. In early 2012, dad got his last cancer diagnosis and by September, his struggle would end. I kept thinking about our mutual love of bullies and set about locating and …um, purchasing a bullie for me to raise and give dad a much needed boost to his mood. I looked and the average $2000 asking price was too much.
Serendipity happens. A good family friend’s mother was a breeder of beautiful English bulldogs. I lamented to them my inability to afford a registered bullie and my friend asked, “are you wanting one to raise for breeding or just to have as a pet?” “Pet,” was my reply. They then informed that they sell one year olds that were spayed or neutered for a couple of hundred dollars. It was on. Within a couple of days we were at his mom’s house shopping for bulldogs and I found “Fancy.” I was in love with the dog, but I couldn’t own a bulldog with a name like Fancy. When she came home, our home, I renamed her “Chunky.” It seemed more appropriate for their slobbery, chubby, funny demeanor of bulldogs and I had my dream come true.
Dad had returned to the hospital the day after Labor Day after getting to hold his great granddaughter for the first time. I got Chunk on September 12th, and dad’s condition worsened. I just knew that if he got to go home and meet Chunk, he’d be ok for a while. My father passed away on September 17th never having to experience the dream of having the dog in his family. It was my dream as well, but the additional heartbreak of dad not getting to love on Chunk made her so much more special to me and my family. I just wished dad could’ve held her once.
The average lifespan of an English bulldog is 8.5 years, due to their many health issues. In January, my Chunk celebrated her thirteen birthday. Every day that my lovable buddy greets me by putting her chin on my lap is an additional blessing for us. She is my shadow, she doesn’t let me get out of sight, she just wants to sit beside me and have her head scritched …not scratched. She travels with us all over the country and tolerates two yapping Pomeranians and is true, blue loyal and loving. It’s been heartbreaking to see her age and start moving slower and slower. Five years beyond her average and it’s been wonderful to have her every day. I hear her breathing get ragged at night. I see her sleep most of the day. I see her just stop and stare into space. I notice that she doesn’t seem to hear me as well. I can see her slowing down.
This draws my memories back to seeing my dad slow down. It’s terrifying to be aware of this slowly aging soulmate show her age; just an ominous as it was seeing dad …
It does little to assuage my sadness to realize that I’ve had her five years longer than average. I want my Chunky forever, but miracles and having dreams don’t always come together. It was special enough that I got to have her as my friend. How much longer? No way of knowing; no one has that special knowledge about anybody or anything. I had to tell myself that I have her today. Slower, achey, aging but I have her to love today. I’ve experienced the loss of many close canine, leporine (rabbit), hirsine (goat), friends throughout my life and my connection to and love for animals makes the loss excruciating. Retrospection helps me realize that our lives were immeasurably better for having them with us. Chunk carries a little more of an emotional connection. The inevitable will happen one day, but today isn’t that day. I get to live the dream a little longer and get to love my buddy another day. Tomorrow? Who knows? Who knows about anything tomorrow. All I know is I’m going to go sit in the backyard with my Chunk …and think about dad a little.
#open mind#retirement#coffetime#stress#change#teacher#i need friends#health#writing#education#english bulldog
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On that Midnight train to Georgia!!
2024…and with that changes coming. Excited, terrified and anxious…but mostly with my feet in motion for the new. Doing the thing I’ve been wanting to do since my teens and move out of state. Now is the time and I’m so ready. I’m going to miss the hell out of my friends and being close to kiddoes I adore, however I’m more than confident that this is the step for me.
With that, at the end of April 2024 I will be moving to the Atlanta, Georgia area (most likely northeast of ATL). There are many little things that have led to this change and many ones I’ll never fully know until eternity. What I do know is that this is the right next step for me and for what God has for me. I have never lived outside of Maryland, for more than a month at a time, and so it is time.
I’m grateful for this season of “come away with the me” that God is calling me into. Also very grateful that the Alpharetta/Atlanta area houses one of my main office hubs, so I’ll just be transferring locations and not have to add job search to one of the changes. My region will find out this week now that I can focus on it after my Boston trip.
For those who’ve followed my foster care journey and know that while the girls are not in my home and yet have still been a part of my life, this has been a challenge to navigate through. We’ve had the better part of four months to process and talk through it. I know it will be hard and yet think we all need it in some way. I’ve begun practicing more distanced support and boundaries, even when I want to rescue and hold on to them when things are hard. I don’t know our future, I do know that they’ll always be a part of my heart and life in some manner.
I’ve begun selling, donating and purging in preparation for the move. Praying for the right landing place, church and community to be embraced by. Grieving slowly as I withdraw from things, take down pictures and create the space needed for the next. I’ve never done this before and yet I know I’m fully held and led in this new chapter.
If you’re local to Maryland and want to see me before I depart, let me know and we’ll make something happen.
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