Diante da acirrada disputa no mercado de trabalho, experiências no exterior como um intercâmbio passaram a ser por demais valorizadas pelos RHs da vida. Claro que quem tem bala na agulha vai fazer intercâmbio na Nova Zelândia, Alemanha, Inglaterra... Eu estou indo pros Estados Unidos, o estino escolhido por quem determinou o programa e criou o concurso de bolsas.
- Estados Unidos é intercâmbio de pobre.- Mas pobre não faz intercâmbio!- Faz sim, se tiver ganhado uma bolsa como eu!
Por isso, estou deixando família, amigos, faculdade, estágio pelo período máximo de 1 ano. Vou fazer parte de outra família. Estou partindo rumo à terra do Bush, do McDonalds, do country e de Hollywood. Não quero fazer a América nem deixar ela me fazer. Quero iluminação, amadurecimento, cultura, histórias pra contar, um melhor currículo, um punhado de dólares e eletrônicos mais em conta! Nessa ordem.
Mas não se preocupem. Nas palavras de Jesus e Schwarzenneger: Eu voltarei!
De Bonsucesso para o mundo:
Natalia Weber tem 21 anos e é estudante de jornalismo da UFF (RJ). Parece uma americana, mas é brasileiríssima. É suburbana com orgulho e está prestes a adentrar nos Estados Unidos. Ela nunca viajou de avião, nunca arrumou uma mala tão grande, detesta McDonalds. Vai ser Au Pair numa família muito boa e com (graças a Deus!) uma criança. Uma criança linda, fofa e maravilhosa. Espera ter bastante tempo pra estudar e espera encontrar bons cursos pra fazer e complementar seu currículo. Espera também aprender a dirigir bem rápido pra se mover lá. Espera conhecer Nova York. Por livre e espontânea pressão, tem a possibilidade de visitar a Disney, mas se não conseguir se livrar dessa, promete enviar uma foto esganando o Mickey! Ela está com muitas saudades dos pais e amigos, por isso espera que eles venham sempre aqui.
I haven't noticed it until Daiana mentioned it happened to her (well, now I would like to know if it happens to everybody, but whatever...). Is that everytime she goes to Starbucks , she gets the same "The way I see it" phrase.
"I think it's trying to tell me something!", she said.
The thing is, the same happens to me! It's the way I see it 291:
"In a world where celebrity equals talent, and where make-believe is called reality, it is most important to have real love, truth and stability in your life." -- Bernie Brillstein, film and television producer.
I think it's trying to tell me something... all I can say is that... I'm trying, I really am. But it's hard.
Getting outta Starbuck in Vienna, I open the door and a man pass quickly, almost not looking, but with enough time to say "How are you doin', sunshine?"
Oh, the smalls things of life that makes it sweet...
Got outta house uber-late for my meeting. My coordinator chose a place easy to go but far far away. The trip there was beautiful, though. The trees with the fall colors, the little, rich towns. It was a straight road to natural beauty, Mark Ronson with me, it was great.
I reached the farm and found out I wasn't the last to arrive. We talk, I met new girls, walked around. The weather was crispy, everyone very cold with heavier coats. I was using my historic brazilian soccer jersey and jeans jacket, and I was feeling great. Everyone was shocked... I just love the cold weather!
Long way to Vienna, to meet Camila and Candy. From there all the way to Greenbelt, then a bus to BWI, then Martha would pick us up. But the "trip" was alright, talked to Candy a lot. I like her, for her pop-culture background. She is the only one I know who could pick up the line "you gotta fight for your right...". Poor thing, her host-family is terrible, well, it's not a family to her... she doesn't mind, though...
Martha comes with problems and complications, as always. I just couldn't worry at that minute. After all, we should be celebrating. The mood was dangerously pending to the other way around, and a bunch of complicated au pair tales were thrown at me, which I hate. "Let's not talk about it, ok?"
Stick to the plans, Red Robin and public display of craziness. Talking, making fun of the waiter (he was cranky but got way better when felt in love with me). Finally met Ludmilla, she is nice and very funny. She was sitting in front of the tv, a football game was on, she couldn't take her eyes off it. I sort of knew why. Also knew that the mood of the night was changing from mindless-complications to bitter-let's-just-try-to-laugh-about-it-frustration. And that's something I can totally relate to!
Back (to Martha's home), sneaking, we start the slumber party. She puts on a teen movie (I wouldn't expect otherwise - she also loved the High School Musical shirt I gave her, and the Disney hood sweater) and we crack open a alcohol-less champagne. We are crazy enough, we don't need alcohol! Seriously... Ludmilla's witty-bitter-fustrated comments on it were awesome! I don't recall laughing so hard in a long time.
Next day, we where blessed with one more hour of sleep, because the time changed. Waiting for Ludmila to come back, so we could go to Baltimore, I had time to introduce Candy to Sufjan Stevens (she loved Chigago). The mood was still on, for everybody! I showed to her all the rip-your-heart songs from my mp3 player. Anyway, we where to lazy and without-destination... after a long time we did head to Baltimore, but they barely found strengh to walk around. Stop to watch a street-performer, stop to look at the gossip magazines at Barnes and Noble (seriously, there's better stuff there..), stop at any bench... It was kinda chilly, I give them that... yeah, no one was very excited. I had a sore throat, to top it all.
We wanted to have lunch at the Cheesecake Factory. We got there late, waited an hour to be sitted, one hour to choose-bring the dishes, plus dessert later. That's what we wanted to do anyway, sit and eat and talk and be very lazy at it...
It was dark already, we got back, everyone feeling sick of eating so much. We had to go all the way back now. Oooh... Listening Corrine Bailey Rae's cd in the car was great. Got to read a little bit of my text book waiting for the bus, reached the metro, with crazy happy people to laugh about. I'm usually part of a group public displaying craziness, but watching another one is good too! Candy made me listen "Hey Jude" again with her, which is always a beautiful ephiphany...
Tired, sleepy, w/ a sore throat, I finally reached the car, and Mark Ronson, and came back home, crossing w/ a deer in the way... gosh, I'm afraid of them!
Anyway, things worked fine. Great to come back. My place, my bed, where nothing is mine, but for a while I get to pretend...
Happy birthday, Martha. Wise up, but don't lose yourself in it!
