I just got back from the grocery store. I walked 1 mile total and passed hundreds of people, and six of them were white. None of them were even close to blonde. I was wearing a skirt with lace and my gold shoes, and I felt completely ridiculous. It was kind of terrifying. I stick out like a sore thumb in Harlem.
I wonder if this is how black people in Provo feel…?
But seriously, I’m learning things about myself here. I’m doing things I never would have thought I could do. I’m a stronger, more independent person than I thought. And I’m sure I’ll get used to this and it will seem normal in a while. For now it is very different and kind of scary! I’ve never felt so out of place in my life! I just thought I would share since I’m kind of proud of myself for making the scary trip to the grocery store on Malcolm X Blvd. :) Thank you.