it was so scary on saturday there was a fire 2 houses next to mine. i live in a row house and all the buildings are pretty much connected and it was really windy that day. i left my house to go drop off my laundry – for someone else to wash it – and when i was coming back there were fire trucks galore.
something like this (this is not a pic of the actual scene, but is perrty close, yall)
I didn’t know which house was on fire. I was hoping it was the frat house, because it is the furthest from my house….but the frat house was intact. When I saw that it was further down the street i freaked out a lil’ bit, and i decided to run and get the minksta. No one even tried to stop me when i was going inside my apt. But I ran to my apartment, I got minkee, and tried to put her in her bag, but she wasn’t having any of it. I exclaimed, “minkee, this is not a drill!, no one is going to die today, do you hear me?!?!?!?!” and she knew i meant business, so she stopped fighting me, and let me put her in her bag. I grabbed my netbook, and my spanish grammar practice book, i put my imac to sleep, and i left my house. it was so sad. I saw a total of 4 class mates while i was homeless for an hour. 2 of them offered me shelter, and the other 2 said, “this wouldn’t have happened if you had stayed in the house where you used to live”. True colors, yall. I sat outside star bucks and identified with the belligerent homeless man that muttered obscenities as he walked past me. He was the only one I felt I could relate to for that whole hour of potential homelessness. It was too close for comfort. I went back home and I asked the fire fighters if I could go back to my house and they gave me the all clear.
The first thing I did when I got home was let Minkee out of her bag, and then I bought renter’s insurance. Because now I know better.
Also I still have to wear my splint which means I have yet to return to work. But I really want to go back to work. :(
Also I am totz jeal of my mom for getting to live the ex-pat life off and on for those 1st 2 years of this millenium. She was in Italy and ernglarnd. lucky. all i want to do is be french or something. i was looking at the american hospital of paris and how I could get my nursing licensure to transfer, I emailed the nurse recruiter and she said my nursing license is not recognized by the french government, said i must speak PERFECT french, and then listed a many bureaucratic hurdles to jump, and then said, “if you feel you can fulfill the above conditions, don’t hesitate to contact me”. I am glad I wrote her, and she responded so quickly. It is the most direct answer with actual facts that I have received about becoming a nurse in france. I am not deterred very easily though. I feel I can fulfill the conditions, if I really want too! But I don’t know. i just want to be french mostly, and I am just intrigued by the ex-pat life. just like david sedaris in “me talk pretty one day”. I don’t want to renounce my Americanity ever. I just want to experience a different culture and a new lifestyle, or something new i guess, ya know!?!?!?!?!
My mom’s long lost cousin, that she recently just got back in contact with, who I refer to as my uncle….lived the ex-pat life. 1st he served his mission in Guatemala, then he went back there to work, and raised his family there for a time, and his kids are all blonde hair, blue-eyed – and speak perfect Spanish. I am totz jeal. Now they are back in the states having lived the dream life. LUCKY.
Can’t i just be an au pair/nurse or something?!?!?! to a swiss family robinson?
No se. (I don’t know).
Pero, yo practico mi español todos los días. those are the facts.
please bless that there are no more fires, and take it from me….get renters insurance.