It is funny how it all started with an interview
Meet Melanie Be-truth, a young adult who migrated to America for a new start and opportunities. Intending to use her degree to acquire a well-paid job to set her foundation in a foreign country, she m...
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'Welcome to The Norman Manley International Airport' the sign read informing us that we are at our destination. We will miss this island we love but we will learn to adapt and live in a foreign country where opportunity lies. I might just meet a guy, maybe not but who knows.
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We were walking towards the exit of the JFK when Aunt Anna came into view. Her hands open wide with Joy written all over her face. New York, here we come. "Lanie do you think we will be ok?" I hear Arrieala echo behind me
Deciding not to verbally answer I just give a big smile and held her close to me.
A couple of hours later we were gathered in aunts living room catching up since we haven't seen her in years. We talked and laugh soo much that I remembered how much I missed her
"Since you babies have been fully grown, why not have a drink together before you depart to your new home" and we did just that. She offered to give us a drive to our completely furnished home courtesy of her. Today was a lot even always-on-the-move Hadrian look drain. Arrieala was already asleep on his shoulder with her phone held tightly in her hand.
The house came into view, nothing like our home in Jamaica it looks more foreign-ish and I think I like it. It seems to be a two-story house. Concrete structure with board to bring across a design. Coloured in a dark grey while ash grey outlines the outdoor design. It was truly a site to see.
We stepped out of the car with our luggage and made it to the door when aunt Anna handed us individually three key rings.
"This is your home now" and we couldn't be more grateful.
Once the door was open I was blown away. Stopping in my track just to admire in awe, followed by a yarn. "Lanie yuh nuh see yuh tired?" Hadrian asked (Translation: Lanie don't you see that you're tired?)
I honestly need to rest, "lets just sort out our rooms for the night and do the rest tomorrow." Without sparing them a second glance I went to find a room I like.
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"Crash! Pow! Clunk!" This can not be good I woke up to the sound of chaos, What are they up to?
"Why do you always have to be so disorganized? You literally did not fold your clothes into the suitcase idiot, you did not close your suitcase after you took out your clothes last night, and now all your pieces of stuff are on the stairs." So that's what happened.
"Typical Hadrian" I shouted. Lanie lets go do some damage control. Once I reached the stairs I came face to face with his underwear along with every piece of clothing he now possess and a Hadrian awkwardly smiling at me. "I have nothing to say. just pick them up." I made my way towards the kitchen to get breakfast started. Aunt also got the fridge stocked so it made this whole migrate thing a lot easier.
