All of my life I have been oppressed. I spent my formative years living in a nice house, attending private school, and shopping at limited too. It was pretty painful though, because noone understood my struggles. It was so hard being forced into typical suburban life, when I was so different, so unique from all my peers around me. When I was 18, I left my conservative, traditional parents and fled to Washington, D.C. where they paid for me to receive an over-priced education. Finally, I was home. I was surrounded by people who had been just as oppressed as me, and THANK GOD, I was within walking distance of what would soon become my Mecca, Urban Outfitters. Urban Outfitters allowed me to realize my dream of wearing over-priced flannel and pre-destroyed skinny jeans, all while purchasing witty and insightful literature. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end, and an ever approaching graduation date had me worried about how I could avoid being sucked into the same upper middle class six figure 9-5 life my parents have. I NEED TO AVOID THAT AT ALL COSTS.
Now, I have never had a job that pays minimum wage, or struggled to make ends meet, but I imagine that pain they feel is very similar to the pain I feel on a daily basis when my closed-minded parents don't support my dream of getting a tattoo of Grandmother Willow (it symbolizes white mans rape of nature and indigenous cultures). I decided that in order to truly ensure that I never become a yuppy,I needed an experience to bind me to the overworked, underpaid masses. Something besides our love for second hand clothes and hate for the upper class.
So, I have decided to become an illegal immigrant. In approximately a week and a half, I will be leaving SC for England, where I will work as a domestic. I feel like this will be just as difficult for me as it is for all the Latin Americans who come to the US in search of a better life. I am super worried about getting to the country. Its a 7 hour non-stop flight. YUCK. I hate flying over the ocean. Latin Americans are so lucky they get to take boats and cars. I will also even have to deal with a language barrier, learning to say "chips" for "fries" and "crisps" for "chips" will be really difficult. I mean, I even have to figure out how to unlock my BlackBerry World Edition cell phone, so that I can use it overseas (because really, whats life without a BB?!?). Fortunately, I will be taking my computer with me. (I CANNOT imagine life without my Mac.) I wonder if all immigrants have the issues to worry about before they leave their homes?
Anyway, these are just a few of my pre-departure thoughts. I will keep you updated.
kisses and hugs.
illegally blonde
