naima

twice today someone asked me 'bout my middle name... first, a classmate who was just asking a random question i suppose. when i told him, he laughed, as if he'd known someone else with the name. said he liked it, and from now on he was going to call me naima. no more than 3 hours later in best buy, the cashier looked at my DL and asked the same question. 'such a beautiful name,' she said. i told her she should listen to the Coltrane song if she wanted to hear what beautiful sounded like. she was thinking about baby names and would remember mine. she tried it out - 'bye naima,' as i walked away smiling.

buy low. sell high. get out.

housing limbo begins tomorrow. the peoples are feeling sentimental. separation anxiety is to be expected because time creates false attachments. what is a house but bricks, wood, and paint? lincoln street taught me that. home is where the family is, but a house is an investment. buy low, sell high, get out, move on. i'm the first to complain about moving, especially with so much on our collective plates. i hate the unsettledness of it all. however, i definitely don't feel the sense of attachment i used to feel. i suppose age and experience has taught me that things change. nowadays, when i get to feeling sentimental, i recognize that memory favors the happy moments. all i have to do is take a moment to dig up some dirt, flashback to a not-so-happy moment, and begin to look forward again. no need to fear the unknown. all i need to know i learned from listening to luther - 'a chair is still a chair...'