Personal Narrative: The Move To Baltimore

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The Move On the last day of June 2011, I was finally finished packing and ready for our move to Baltimore. Poet Deep had left early that morning to come pick me and the children up. I was both excited and saddened all in one. I was excited because we were moving to be with my love and be amongst a community that I assumed was ideal. I was excited that I was going to be around “conscious” sisters who I had assumed viewed life the way I did, and had values and practices very much analogous to mine. The feelings of sadness came from me having to depart from my dad and mom. We arrived in Baltimore early July 1st. Poet Deep and I had been saving money prior to the move. With the money we saved, Poet Deep went ahead and made

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