It does feel weird to be here and think about my friends and family back home. I feel an urge to keep contact, maybe is fear that the time lapse puts me appart from my beloved other side of the world. When I get home, is 5am in europe, when I wake up, is 6pm the other side. If I wanna talk with my father about cars (oh, a new topic in my life) I have to think what time is it, what time can we talk on skipe, and that we live in different days.
Life has been very different the last 3 days. I arrived late on thursday the 21st, was already 4am in my biological clock when i was having dinner at the hotel in hollywood were I stayed the first 3 nights, having a chat with the waitress cause there was noone else in the room, and eating a big hamburger (oh, yeah, this is America) with mushrooms. The guy was nice and suggested me some places to live, chatted about whatever and made the hotel a bit more personal. The flying was exausting and boring as well. Apart from having a very special person sitting by my side in the airplane, nothing happened. She was blonde, with a lot of muscles, a lot! she wore a pair of pants with tiger patern, you could see her leg muscles coming out of it, she wore pink lipstick and flashy big blue nails, and she was ugly. I didn't know these people would exist for real. I thought they only existed in the american movies! There are a lot of things here that look like they just came out of a movie. Or maybe I came into one.
Welcome to America!
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