I left Californa two years ago, full with hopes and desires. I figured I'd stay here for about six months, make some money and then go back to my beloved Nancy. This was not to be, however, as there wasn't a job in sight. No problem, thought I, I'll get a greencard and move to the US, I'll sell some things or whatever and buy a ticket for that money. The only flaw in this ingenious plan was that unless you evade the INS for 5 years, win the lottery or get married (which I should have done if I'd had any brains in the first place) there's no way to get a greencard. You can't even apply for one! Back to square one, I thought, found a job and started saving some money. Oops, turns out I have to pay a 33% tax, well, I'm sure I'll be able to save some of the rest. Only with food, bills and gasoline costs, I couldn't. Now, I might not be the most economically minded person in the world, but in CA I did manage to save a buck or two, which saved my ass when I got sick and had to pay huge medical bills. This, and some other minor issues, lead me to the conclusion that this country is not for me. So how to get the hell out? I've already blown whatever life I had in CA, the best girl I've ever met, and some other minor details, so do I have anything to return to? The only answer I managed to come up with was, no, I don't. I just have to get out of here, it's the from that matters, not the to.

Well, enough of my ramblings for now. The saga continues in these pages, I hope :). See you out there, fellow earthlings.