It's 11:17 PM, I'm at my uncle's house in Los Angeles, and my body thinks I'm still on the plane because everything is bobbing up and down around me.
Where do I start...
I'll do this in chunks, because there's just a LOT to tell you. First chunk:
Before The Flight To Los AngelesIt was a bit chaotic just before we (me and Mum) left the house to
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