Hello again, again.

Hello friends,

It's been a while, I know no one really takes the time to read these but I feel like writing things out helps and it's kind of a personal (public) journal.

So here are some ah ha moment I've had recently. It came to my attention that not many people, unless Ethiopian, knew me well. Meaning they didn't know that they were saying my name wrong for years because I never corrected it after 3rd grade. I was so vulnerable when it comes to culture and identity that I didn't introduce it to friends.

For many years I was just an American born to and Ethiopian. Even thought I live my Ethiopian side I never once suggested getting Ethiopian food when asked where should we eat. I never once tried to bring friends or even my former boyfriend into that culture. I don't know if it was fear or thinking it's so different there's no way they'll like it. Either way I'm sorry that I had you miss our on a learning experience, a cultural exchange.

See you didn't have to tell me what was what, movies did that already. The world we lived in did that already. For me I would have to explain and then wondering am I explaining this correctly? Or what if they ask a question I can't answer, am I even Ethiopian enough to be an ambassador?

Which is why I've decided to do my re-introduce myself series on my social media pages.

This too shall pass

Today I began my day by taking a ride to work, the driver had on the radio and a zen kind of music was playing. With the news of all that is going on in Ethiopia with Gofa and the exchange rate, folks are stressed out to the point I find it difficult to breathe. So I appreciated a moment to sit in what felt like silence. And of course, as I point this out, most of you will say then why don't you move back to the United States? And, as hard as it is to be optimistic and have hope in moments like this I remind myself "This too shall pass." That there's a much larger picture to look at. Something I'm not so sure of myself but my gut tells me to wait a little. When I first moved here I was told don't ask why. To just live. "ሰው እንደሆነው ሆነሽ ትኖሪያለሽ።" As much as that has been the theme of my life, I find that I have been moving far and far away from making the small differences that I can in the moments that God has provided me with. I feel like a crazy pers...

To New Beginnings

TBH

Moment of honesty... I think I stopped blogging partly because I don't have time anymore. But mainly because my life wasn't fun anymore. And although a little bit of seriousness is needed in order to live an adult life, I think I've lost myself in the process. I'm back to being a floating object. Not sure what the next goal is. I miss the days of us being in grade school where we knew what was next, pass the test move on to the next grade keep doing that until college. Then you choose your "path" graduate. Than float. When I grow up I want to be happy, but I also want a family and live a proactive and productive life. Chasing money doesn't make me happy, that's one thing I've learned so far. But I also don't want to let my future me down. She deserves to live a life full of everything she wants and needs. I'm at another turning point in my life not sure which way to go. I'm not sure if back to the Sta...

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