It's been a while
Hello, you all.
It's 5:30 in the morning of March 10, 2011. So much has happened.
I will narrow it down to a few very interesting details.
I moved out of my aunt's house in September and moved to an apartment of my own across the street from my boyfriend's house. Oh, yes. My boyfriend. Ricardo and I are doing better than ever since we met in August last year.
My house doesn't look much like a house, honestly. I don't earn enough to pay my own rent and at the same time buy furniture, so everything has been donated or lent to me. My mattress (on the ground, asian style), a table, a thing with baskets for my groceries, a little fridge, a wooden wardrobe, a little couch. Little by little I filled my fridge with food and my mom sent me an HD TV. Ricardo donated his sound system so I can listen to music. And I hired cable so now I have cable in my house too. Ricardo hacked someone's nearby internet signal so now I have free internet too. Hah, don't hate, necessity makes you steal internet.
I still work at that call center assisting Ready Mobile customers. But I'm not very pleased. It's taking a toll on me and my brain is always so tired. I'm hoping that when I start school I can quit my job and do something less stressful.
I took the entrance exam for UNAM last month, and the results are posted the 27th of this month. I'm terrified and excited at the same time. I felt sure of my efforts at the exam but it was tricky, so anything can happen.
My mother is missing me like crazy, and I'm missing her and my brother like mad (and my cat Hachi), so she bought me the plane ticket to go see her. I still have my valid visa and passport and my flight is on April 28.
I have no complaints, really. It hasn't been easy at all, I admit. I live to pay my rent and the rest of the money has to be counted carefully because a miscalculation can lead me to not pay my rent or my cable. My boyfriend worked with me for 2 months and quit right away because he doesn't need to work. His family earns a lot of money on their family business and he gets an allowance to spend while he's at school in exchange for help on the weekends in their business. Quitting gave him the flexibility to continue studying Physics at UNAM without interruptions. The only time he doesn't go to school is when he stays here with me and sleeps in because of how comfortable we feel sleeping together and waking up next to each other. :)
My relationships with co-workers are a big part of what keeps me sane in this land. They all speak native English because they're in the same situation I'm in so I feel right at home talking to them. Some of them are so sweet and supportive and some of them are reckless and fun. I love going to parties with them. Too bad my work schedule interferes with my partying and sometimes I have to sleep early. :|
Sometimes I feel very lonely. I miss my friend Helmi with all my strength and I constantly dream of places in LA I used to visit. While I was there I took those places for granted and now I dream I walk through those streets. I dream of Chinatown and the lucky fountain. I dream of Little Tokyo. I dream of rose-flavored ice cream in West Hollywood. I tell Ricardo so many cherished stories and memories and I know he's dying to see everything, so he's working on requesting his tourist visa.
I've been staying as positive as possible. My mom has been sending me money often but I don't particularly use it to buy anything fancy. I've been using her money to survive. So I can have a little more money left over after paying rent. And so far she has never denied me her help when it just seems like I ask her for money.
My dad is the one that hasn't helped me. In fact, he owes me money. But I'm done having bitter and ill feelings for my father for stupid things from the past. I talk to him often and stay in touch because I've decided to forgive him.
Those are the main things that have happened. The rest, you might be able to imagine. It's been an emotional roller coaster. I've cried my eyes out dozens of times from the desperation. But Ricardo always wipes my tears away, picks me up and dusts me off. He's been my angel.
So far, I don't regret having moved here. And I know that when I go to LA, after a week, I'll already be itching to go back home to my hubby and my comfy apartment.
It's 5:30 in the morning of March 10, 2011. So much has happened.
I will narrow it down to a few very interesting details.
I moved out of my aunt's house in September and moved to an apartment of my own across the street from my boyfriend's house. Oh, yes. My boyfriend. Ricardo and I are doing better than ever since we met in August last year.
My house doesn't look much like a house, honestly. I don't earn enough to pay my own rent and at the same time buy furniture, so everything has been donated or lent to me. My mattress (on the ground, asian style), a table, a thing with baskets for my groceries, a little fridge, a wooden wardrobe, a little couch. Little by little I filled my fridge with food and my mom sent me an HD TV. Ricardo donated his sound system so I can listen to music. And I hired cable so now I have cable in my house too. Ricardo hacked someone's nearby internet signal so now I have free internet too. Hah, don't hate, necessity makes you steal internet.
I still work at that call center assisting Ready Mobile customers. But I'm not very pleased. It's taking a toll on me and my brain is always so tired. I'm hoping that when I start school I can quit my job and do something less stressful.
I took the entrance exam for UNAM last month, and the results are posted the 27th of this month. I'm terrified and excited at the same time. I felt sure of my efforts at the exam but it was tricky, so anything can happen.
My mother is missing me like crazy, and I'm missing her and my brother like mad (and my cat Hachi), so she bought me the plane ticket to go see her. I still have my valid visa and passport and my flight is on April 28.
I have no complaints, really. It hasn't been easy at all, I admit. I live to pay my rent and the rest of the money has to be counted carefully because a miscalculation can lead me to not pay my rent or my cable. My boyfriend worked with me for 2 months and quit right away because he doesn't need to work. His family earns a lot of money on their family business and he gets an allowance to spend while he's at school in exchange for help on the weekends in their business. Quitting gave him the flexibility to continue studying Physics at UNAM without interruptions. The only time he doesn't go to school is when he stays here with me and sleeps in because of how comfortable we feel sleeping together and waking up next to each other. :)
My relationships with co-workers are a big part of what keeps me sane in this land. They all speak native English because they're in the same situation I'm in so I feel right at home talking to them. Some of them are so sweet and supportive and some of them are reckless and fun. I love going to parties with them. Too bad my work schedule interferes with my partying and sometimes I have to sleep early. :|
Sometimes I feel very lonely. I miss my friend Helmi with all my strength and I constantly dream of places in LA I used to visit. While I was there I took those places for granted and now I dream I walk through those streets. I dream of Chinatown and the lucky fountain. I dream of Little Tokyo. I dream of rose-flavored ice cream in West Hollywood. I tell Ricardo so many cherished stories and memories and I know he's dying to see everything, so he's working on requesting his tourist visa.
I've been staying as positive as possible. My mom has been sending me money often but I don't particularly use it to buy anything fancy. I've been using her money to survive. So I can have a little more money left over after paying rent. And so far she has never denied me her help when it just seems like I ask her for money.
My dad is the one that hasn't helped me. In fact, he owes me money. But I'm done having bitter and ill feelings for my father for stupid things from the past. I talk to him often and stay in touch because I've decided to forgive him.
Those are the main things that have happened. The rest, you might be able to imagine. It's been an emotional roller coaster. I've cried my eyes out dozens of times from the desperation. But Ricardo always wipes my tears away, picks me up and dusts me off. He's been my angel.
So far, I don't regret having moved here. And I know that when I go to LA, after a week, I'll already be itching to go back home to my hubby and my comfy apartment.