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Young, Black, and Abroad part 2

Young, Black, and Abroad part 2

Annnnnd We’re back! From the moment I got to the airport. I started learning fateful lessons about exactly how resilient I was going to have to be in order to chase these dreams! So I’m at Fort Lauderdale Airport ticket in hand ready to go confidently in the direction of my dreams. I bought a one way ticket with a local Ecuadorian airline. BIG MISTAKE! Sweep in that American privilege I thought I had! They were like no, nope, we can’t let you on the plane with a one way ticket. You are not Ecuadorean. I showed them my letter of employment from the university, they weren’t having it. My flight was leaving soon, so I asked what’s the solution. You have to purchase a ticket out of the country… It’s gonna be $516.63. So now I’m at the front counter like:

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Now mind you, when you move to another country, there is ton of paperwork to do all of which costs an exuberant amount of money. (Will discuss later). And I paid the fine. Even though I thought Jesus paid it all, apparently we sinners are expected to shell out some coins as well. It was for my dreams right? It sounds so good when you say it like that! So, the money, I have on me, is for me to handle all my business until I get paid in my new country (about $1,000). Don’t worry, that’s a lot of money in Ecuador. But now I have to drop an unexpected $500 on a ticket, which is a lot of money no matter where you live. I pay it on the emergency credit card my mom gave. Then I go outside to smoke a wine black and mild because BITCH I’M SKRESSED. I still gotta call my momma and let her know I had an emergency and I ain’t even get to TSA yet. I can’t help the tears. I have been on my own since I went to FAMU at 18, haven’t asked my mom for a large amount of money since like prom. I’m ashamed, embarrassed, doubtful about my decision even. So now I outside the airport smoking a black looking like:








Of course my mom swoops in with the prayer, like any southern black Christian mom would!!!! And you just can’t feel bad after your mom prays for you. She called on the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit to fix it. So I finished smoking, go back inside, stroll through TSA, sit and wait for this next chapter in my life to unfold. Plane ride is all good, breakfast was on point! My spirits are renewed. Go through customs like a breeze. And now I’m leaving the airport like:


  • Patty B. (Yours Truly)
    July 15, 2016

    Lmbo! I love this! Got me cracking up as usual. You have to be greatful for a praying mother…she knows best and look at you now. So proud of you!

  • Dara
    July 16, 2016

    Girrrrrrrrl! I’m glad you made it!

  • Monea Jones
    August 16, 2016

    Okay so I’m officially a junkie I need more.. Your blog is so refreshing and it makes me feel like I got my friend back, how many years later? Lol and in Ecuador non the less? keep up the great writing.

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