NY>FL

Well folks, I got to New York for Christmas. I also got thrown into holding at Newark with my son who was an actual demon seed on the entire flight from Italy, most of the passengers on that La Compagnie flight hated me and gave me condoning looks that I actual ever decided to be a mother.

After an hour of being stuck in a holding room where my son was hysterical for most of the time-I learned that some high crime criminal had stolen my identity, and for the following year I will be put in holding every time I leave the US and come back again. It also led me to having a redress number.

I made it to Upstate New York.. barely. I have to tell you; as awful as it sounds and as much as I don’t want to put down my ex husband-I felt like Sally Fields in the made for TV movie “Not without My Daughter” where she finally gets out of Iran. That same relief knowing you made it home, and everything is going to be ok because I’m in America now, “The land of possibilities”.

Sadly, the whole “possibilities” thing wasn’t going to work in Kingston New York. It became an exodus for New Yorkers in the Pandemic increasing the population by tenfolds-Waitlists for months, even years for therapists for my son. I was so disappointed, and I even tried for about six weeks, realizing I had to go back to Florida.

I couldn’t afford Miami anymore, so I had to look at Tampa as my best option. My best friend lived there, and I lived there 27 years ago. I can say my fondest memories were there as a child, until my parents moved me to the Bahamas with them when I was 7 (I’ll never forget that moment when they broke the news to me at The Macaroni Grill on US 19). The thought of moving back to Clearwater seemed slightly overwhelming, but it had what my son needed. So I packed up my things yet again and shipped my car to Clearwater.

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