One of the times I was MOST excited about traveling was when
Michael Jackson died.
A sixteen year old with VERY VERY little life experience is
about to cross an ocean (three years of college later, I still can’t remember
if it’s the Pacific…. Or the other one) to live in a mysterious foreign land.
With ten days until takeoff, there is still no word on her housing situation…
and for some grownup reason, her parents are unwilling to let her wing away
over the Atlacific unless they know she won’t be sleeping in culverts and
gnawing on the flesh of stray dogs to sustain herself.
“Why don’t we, uh, check our email?” (Read this in a very
suspicious tone)
I feel a brief spike of excitement—What do they know that I
don’t?? But alas… nothing. No new emails. More disappointment. I see my dreams
fading….
“Oh. Well, why don’t we look at (heh heh) old emails?”
And there
It
Is.
“Permanent Family Assignment for Costa Rica 2009”
I was giddy.
Jumping. Squealing. Tricked into receiving good news—perhaps the best news in a
long time—by the allure of a celeb obit. Classy, parents. (Someday Imma do the
same thing to my kids. “Ohhhhh look guys, Justin Bieber passed on—speaking of
which, we’re going to DISNEYYYYYY”)
Anyway. Long story long. I got my family assignment and made
it to Costa Rica and had an adventure. Now I’m off again—this time to South
America! Dun gunna be studyin up in BUENOS AIRES, ARGENTINA, on the shore of
the—uh—you know—
--that one thing. The ocean. You know the one.
Sooooo yup hoppin on a plane on Tuesday if the Lord wills. ITS GONNA BE WILD FOLKS CAUSE IM CRAZY AND I DONT KNoW HOW TO END THis POST HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahaHAHAHAhaHAHA
Atlantic.
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