Juneteenth Reflections from an Exhausted Traveler ✈️🌧️✊🏾
Today is Juneteenth —a day of freedom, remembrance, and resilience. And here I am, curled up at home 🛋️, fresh off a whirlwind European adventure 🌍, watching the rain hit the pavement and the sky rumble ⛈️ like it’s echoing centuries of struggle and strength. The thunder’s eased up, and so has the rain, but the mood it left behind still lingers—quiet, weighty, and perfect for reflection. For anyone who doesn’t know, Juneteenth marks June 19, 1865 , the day Union troops arrived in Galveston, Texas to finally inform the last remaining enslaved Black Americans that they were free— over two years after the Emancipation Proclamation had been signed. 📜 It’s often called the second Independence Day, and rightfully so. It’s a celebration of delayed justice finally delivered 🕊️, and the resilience of a people who have carried the weight of that delay for generations. I’m exhausted 😩. Not just physically from the trip, but emotionally from al...