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 been here for a while... mostly 'cause I've been busy for a change...
The tornado brought very VERY hot weather. And Greg left me and Mason without a/c. I mean, and I can't event turn the thing on. I could just open every window, turn on the fans and feed ice cubes to Mason all the time.
That following Friday, I met April at Rosslyn station so we could go to the Rilo Kiley concert at the 930 Club. She was staying at Georgetown with some friends for a conference, and we ended up going back and fourth meeting them, go up the room, go down, wait for bus, get down, they wanted to eat, and they couldn't decide where to eat, doors opened at 8 and at 9 o'clock I got up, smiled and say we had to leave.
I found out I'm the most patient, nice and foolish person in the world.
And that now I need to think twice before complaining about Martha...
The concert was very fine after all. It took a long time to start tough. Those boring "friends of Rilo Kiley" playing country music almost killed the mood. Rilo Kiley sound better live for sure. You could swear Jenny Lewis is the best singer around. And her performance is flawless, emotional, beautiful. She is very cute and nice, and Blake is mighty cute too.
They played "Dreamworld" but nobody showed excitement! I of course sang, so happy! I wish everyone liked that song too... But I should have quit on the people around here...
Saturday I got back to my guitar lessons, but walking out of the house was a bigger strain I thought I'd be it was so completely hot... more than 100 degrees Fahrenheit, 40 celsius... The car was burning, I was melting, I just wanted to lay down and collapse...
Greg was coming back, just then the weather changed and it was not that hot. But I was crabby and feeling terrible and sticky. I complained a lot. The minute he got in he turned the a/c on... thank God!
And Mason was very excited to see him!
Sunday I watched "Kung Fu Panda" with the indian neighbor. The movie is soooooooooooo bodacious (watch it and you'll' get it!)
Monday it was the Death Cab for Cutie concert. I picked Martha up with the directions. But I forgot the one with the way back. She said it wasn't necessary, and as we were very late already, I let it go... I wanted someone to come with me to help me drive there, because I know how nervous I can get. And I took... Martha! Well, it was by default.
She started by talking on the phone for a long time with the windows closed so she could hear and you can't imagine how hot it was. Other than that we made it to Merriweather Post Pavillion and she drove away to the mall.
It was kinda sad going to the concert alone. No one else was alone. And yeah, I felt like on an american all-cities high school reunion! I didn't know, but my ticket was for the floor space, right in front of the band! I thought it was awesome, but early on those little skinny teenage girls that eat air and red bull for dinner started to faint all around me!
But the show was awesome. Ben Gibbard was RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! We had several up close & personal moments, you know... I could swear he was looking at me all annoyed while I filmed his performance... sometimes I think... those people must think we think of them as trained monkeys on a circus or something. Well, some do get carried on with the "celebrity" thing, all those girls begging for an used towel at the end of the show...
None of the music they played was boring, they were all so completely beautiful. Poor Ben, he didn't drip, he poured sweat all over, I thought he was going to disappear. And all dressed in black, to top it all! He was very worried with us, the people up front, overheated... He said the sweetest thing: "If you're feeling bad, just act as if you were at a Michael W. Smith concert and lift your hand like you're praising, and those guys will help you..."
And he's not fat!
On the way back, Martha failed on her co-pilot position and started to watch a RBD dvd, never noticing that I had to get on a certain exit, so I was trapped on 495 forever! And she was saying: "Enter DC and do another way from there..." NOOOO!!! "What about taking this exit to Alexandria?" NOOOOOOOOOO!!! "Don't you know how to drive around here??" NOOOO!!! That's why I got maps and a co-pilot that was supposed to HELP ME!!!!
I was on panic. Really bad. Luckily we hadn't taken a completely wrong way, just took an longer one. Camila helped us over the phone, but I was very upset. We should have been home much earlier! At least the concert was great! Otherwise...
I wish I was there to go w/ you! I was - AM - kinda crazy and all, but I was never as bad as Martha! I´d have been a better co-pilot! Well, at least I wouldn´t have watched THAT! hahahaha Oh, and about the other show and the songs, well, I like Dreamworld! And it´s because of you! :) Girl, you have no idea how much I miss you!!!! And all the crazy things we always got ourselves into. It´s no fun here... At least I know you´re doing fine there. :) Miss you a ton! Take care.
