Nadine was here

So I spent all day Sunday with my childhood friend, Nadine. It was great and I look forward to seeing her again. We knew each other since I was 7 and she was 6. I think it's the longest relationship, I've had. I've seen people come and go. Some family members are the only people you wish would go, but stick with you whether you like it or not. Nadine says it's because I'm a "free spirit", if that is the case, it's not by choice. I envy the fact that her family still own the house she was born in and she could come down from Texas with her husband and child anytime and visit that neighborhood. That she has childhood friends and neighbors that she has extended memories with.

I've moved so much, that I can't share stories of block parties, neighbors and childhood friendships besides from church. If I were to take a friend on a tour around where I lived, I would have to take them to different locations of Brooklyn and say; "I lived here, and here and here. This is where we slept in the hallway when we got kicked of our place. Oh those wonderful memories." I don't have a stable background to go back to, and so I might have to borrow Nadine's sometimes. I don't think she would mind.

I don't want to continue the life of instability. I went to settle down in a state, have a family and kids. Ten-twenty years down the road, our children would come visit us and know that they will always have a place to come to. I've lived in about 6 or more different places within two years and I don't like it. I don't want to continue the cycle my mother started. I am getting ready to move again this year and I'm tired. I've never had a home or residences. I want security and commitment.

I will put the videos I took of Nadine this week, on youtube; when I have the time.