A day and a month before my 18th birthday, my mother and I packed up our belongings, got on a plane and moved to Florida and it was painfully easy, mildly distracting, very possibly the most strenuous and harrowing experience of my life to date, excluding applying to college.
Yeah…that last bit sounds about right.
To be honest (and I think I should be since this is the internet and everything here is factual…) this was a process that began shortly after I burst from my mother’s womb. Steps were taken to get my family (the mumz, the bro and myself) registered as aliens so that we would be able to live, love and work and have loads of Taco Bell opportunities here in America. Did you know it takes anywhere from 8 – 10 years for them to get to the request? I realize the government’s probably got a lot of people asking to be let in but 10 years? James Cameron could’ve made some new technicoloured folks in that time.
Watch as Corporal Jake Sully saves the Na'vi from long check-out lines and fake Santas! I smell awards...
The packing of all our earthly belongings took close to a year because that’s really how long it takes to condense a decade of life into styrofoam, cardboard boxes and duct tape.
I have left everything I know -friends, food, cable that includes all the movie channels – to come here with a trailer of luggage and squat in my miserable hyper-religious aunt’s house. Did I mention that? That I’m squatting and, for the time being, quite sadly homeless?
Not this kind of homeless...
...but this kind of homeless.
I’m looking forward to my severely extended visit here. And at the same time I am so dreadfully afraid of all this…new. So much is happening and hopefully I’ll have time to take it all in and I hope that you’ll be here with me.
So here I go! Falling down through my rabbit-hole. Who knows when I’ll land.
-Eva
P.S. You don’t think Cameron would try and sue me do you…?
Adventures of Eva in Wonderland 