I’m Tired of Having to Be an ‘Asset’ to My Race
A lifetime of being a ‘good Black’ is wearing me down
Two weeks ago, my husband and I moved from New York City to Kingston, New York. As relocations upstate from Manhattan go, ours was a relatively smooth one, but it was still riddled with hiccups.
It was smooth in the sense that loading up, driving two hours, and unpacking was fairly easy. We hired movers to do all the heavy lifting, and we bought a used SUV the day before to get us from the Lower East Side to the Hudson Valley and around our new town.
The hiccups were mostly set in motion by a bit of negligence on my part. For example, I wouldn’t recommend losing your wallet less than a week before a big move. It makes paying for services and a car rather tricky. Zelle’s strict $2,000-a-day limit on money transfers did us no favors either.
My husband says we did well, and in hindsight, I somewhat agree. Still, I wish the payment processes had gone more smoothly, if only in my head. As we haggled with number crunchers, coming up with…
