So let me bring you up to speed . . .
In case you didn't know, I am moving to Singapore in October to perform at Universal Studios Singapore for a year. I am SO EXCITED for so many reasons!! This blog is for anyone who wants to keep up with me and what I'm up to.
Del and I made the final decision to go when we were in Florida visiting family and things have been quite a whirlwind since. First of all, let me say that I can't really say it's "definite" until we are accepted by the Singaporean (or "Spore" as they call it) Ministry of Manpower. I have only actually called it the "Ministry of Manpower" once. I prefer to refer to it as the Ministry of Magic, because you can't take the Harry Potter out of this girl. That somehow sounded innappropriate.
Anyway, the Spore Ministry of Magic has to approve your work visa and until that happens, we aren't really "definite." However, this process can take 3 weeks, so for all intents and purposes, we have to assume now that we are going and start the process of preparing for that. We plan on going home to Florida on September 29th for a few weeks before we go. I'm definitely looking forward to that.
The list of things to take care of before we leave seems to be unending. But, I feel like that may just be part of the adventure. Especially since upon arriving back in California, I woke up the next morning to find my checking account cleared out. Apparently, someone has stolen my identity and created a duplicate debit card for my account.
As I'm sitting at a desk in Bank of America devastated over this and thinking, "What the heck am I going to do," the bank associate Maria looks at my ring finger and says, "So, you aren't married?" I'm not sure if this is something that bank associates are coached to say to "start conversation" but it just seemed very jarring and out of left field to me. "Um, no. No, I'm not married," I stammer. "Oh, but do you have any children?" Now this one feels like judgement. Almost as if she's looking at me like, "Why aren't you married? By now you must surely have CHILDREN!"
"Nope, no children," I replied vacantly. She just says, "Oh," as she continues to type away on her computer with her acrylic french tip nails, but instead of white tips, they are fuschia glitter. Then she proceeds to ask if I own a house or if I just rent, and I can't remember anything after that. I think I've blocked it out. Probably not the conversation you want to have the day before your 29th birthday when you feel like you haven't accomplished nearly enough and you are almost thirty.
More on my Avon Walk for Breast Cancer and life in general soon . . .