Got an email notice from Zillow about an apartment I was looking at in North Fremont last December.  It’s available soon.  I know enough about the city now to know I would have done fine there.  Not as well as I’m doing here but that’s why I made the extra effort.

Madonna’s comparing things to prayers and I realize she’s a patron punk.  A bleach blonde standing up for her independence and sexuality in the midst of a male-driven society.  She broke barriers in her time and earned respect in ways women take for granted now.  Beyonce is cut from the same cloth.  Skin color is only relative to the time period.  Inspirations come in all forms and at different times but none are braver than the other.  We all fight for a voice, to be heard.  The choice to speak up appears in all forms.  Intersectionality just sounds divisive.  Can we go back to saying equality?

Finding beautiful homes and grateful they aren’t mine to care for.  Moving through the city like a ghost, blending into each storefront transparently.  I could buy anything and still want for nothing except a lighter load.  I’d like to see a bank where I can store potential.  The things I have going for me look great in a retirement package.  It’s a horse race to see what pays off first.  I’m still banking on talent because hard work is elusive.  At the very worst I’ll have to move to southeast.  How far is the question.