Moving to America, the road to American Citizenship, Green Card, Dating, travel and marriage to an American amongst others; are what this blog is about. Living abroad - Georgia, Eastern Europe, near Russia, teaching English Second Language and other adventure filled experiences. Please, take a moment and indulge, if not live vicariously!
On my way home from the Nigerian Restaurant. Nice drive, a bit of traffic but nothing new. We are in LA after all!
My new friend and I stayed in touch. I really appreciated her treating me to Nigerian food. Did I tell you she paid at the restaurant as well? How nice was that? I owe her one!
I had gone against my better judgement and befriended a girl from asouth africa. Nice girl. We had so much in common, when it comes to values etc. It was mice to find someone who gets 'it' we had spend a great deal of time talking over the phone with each other. I mean hours! The girl had a craving for African food. She told me she heard of a Nigerian restaurant in Inglewood. Neither of us had been there before. I was up for it though. When am I ever not? She doesn't drive. She offered to pay for gas if I picked her up and dropped her off afterwards. With a truck like mine, someone offers to pay for gas, you accept! It was a date!
Saturday morning, Calvin was at home. I had already mentioned to him that the girl and I har plans. I left him at home and headed off to hollywood.
Independence day, we were at home. Calvin and his family and friends had a ton of fireworks that they had ordered from their 'fireworks guy'. They must have spent a couple of hundred dollars each on those! Talk about dedication! They all congregated at Calvin's parents' house and did their thing. The entire neighborhood was fireworksing. It was much louder than Beverly Hills. It had been a long weekend for me, so I stayed in and let the boys do their thing. I went out just for a second when they were exploding their biggest firework and then back home. Apparently, Calvin's brother fell in love that night... on the roof top of his home.. with a woman that had been friends with Calvin for pretty much ever. Yay, love!
It had been three to four months since moving in with my boyfriend, Calvin and a year since we started dating. At this point, we had already talked about the future. I think that if you're going to move in with someone, you need to have had a conversation or two about the future. You wanna know the other person's expectations etc. No surprises! After Calvin mentioned, in Santa Barbara, that he wanted to shop for a ring for me, I knew we were headed the direction I wanna head.
Back in LA! Santa Barbara had been an interesting trip. I would like to go there again under different circumstances with positive vibes all around. Life's back to normal, neighbor's kid had a birthday. We were invited, Calvin's mom gave gifts on our behalf. We just showed up for the food!
After Chumash painted cave, we went to Solvang; a quaint Dutch town in Santa Barbara County. I wanted going there since I saw photos that one of my friends had posted on Facebook. She hadn't been there yet but had always wanted to go. Calvin's cousin happens to live in that town, so we arranged to meet up with him while there if he were available.
