July 4th, Home, and Hair

It's been a moody few days. The holiday came and I was miserably homesick. We stayed in the (dark) house the whole day and didn't venture out until 10pm to see a movie downtown. The man had bought me some sparklers, so when we came back from the movie we sat outside and I played with those and it was right at midnight by then. Back home the usual street-blocked-by-barricades-for-fireworks-family-BBQ was in full swing. New babies, old friends, and good food. We were supposed to go to a work BBQ, but didn't make it out the house. I just wasn't in the mood for random conversation. I miss...everything. I didn't cook either, but yesterday I cooked what I would have cooked (jerk chicken, kale and collard greens, and yams) Then I finally cut my dreads out on Friday night which was...emotionally painful. I was left with about 2 inches of hair (less than an inch in the back) which I promptly got braided up. The hair appointment turned out to be a a pretty good pick me up with a beautifully ghetto salon with not air for the first few hours I was there, filled with African women speaking french most of the time, and videos of african dance and drumming playing on the TV. 7 hours later, I was again homesick (albeit a different kind of home, but home nonetheless)