فتان مبال: Leave your negativity at the door...

it's 2:35 am, and i just said goodnight to him. after a long day of spending time with my family at my aunty Andrea's bridal shower and than poppa and i having to go through all our furniture for our new apartment, i must say i'm tired. but not in a 'oh gosh FML' kind of tired, just simply tired. i haven't gotten a good night's rest in a while, and i probably won't until i'm settled in Savannah with 2. i stayed up the night before till 5:45 am, painting my aunt a piece for her new house in ATL. and by my surprise, my gift which was created out of natural talent and with pure meaning, had the whole room full of: elders, aunts, cousins and friends in tears... i even cried a little too, of their reaction to something which i

so vehemently poured my heart into.

everyone was stunned. they had always known i was a poet; a writer by nature. a walking fashion statement- if you will,

i developed my own style and individuality at the bright age of 4.

i've got pictures to prove it... anyways, they didn't know i was an artist. right when i presented the piece, i was offered money to create more.

i'll be sure not to decline.

but back to the update! i'm moving again! lmao...

i know, i'm such nomad, i've had to be a gypsy in one of my past lives, cause i'm constantly moving.

i don't mind the change of scenery, but this move is unlike any of the others...

we're taking the next step! yup, like i said: "we got an apartment!"

separation for a 5 days, was hard...

it's been 27 days! way too long, and we swear that we'll never part ways again.

"where he goes, i go" vice versa.