So the deportation had put quite a monkey wrench in everything that I’d been planning for once I moved to Scotland.
aka, a job and a steady place to live and an income, a time to actually take out to be with Craig to get to know him on a personal level and a time to discover who I really am as a person.
Before I left for my attempt to Scotland I moved out of my room in Brooklyn Park and I’d packed up all my belongings. I’d left my job in the previous month with little opportunity to return to it.
When I got back this was my situation, I had the money I’d been saving for my trip to Scotland, No job (again) and no place to stay (again).
These last couple of months I haven’t been understanding the cards that God has been dealing me.
First ( 0r Ace), my financial problems and problems with establishing healthy relationships in School.
second, my bad luck in being able to not move back home after having left college so my having to find refuge in a residence in a Fraternity house in St. Paul.
Third, an unsuccessful Summer job search which led me to be in debt at the beginning of the Fall of 2009.
Fourth, After having found a job that I felt might be the perfect solution to my problems. Having been disappointed when my employers turned out to having overworked me and underpaid me.
Fifth, Having to move out of the house that I owned with the previous House Manager job and having to move in with my mother and family again only to discover that my mother’s land lady wouldn’t permit me to live with my own mother based on the fact that I am over 18 and therefore a legal adult.
Sixth, Having to move to Brooklyn Park to a small room with people I’d only just met, an hour away from everything and everyone I’d loved and wanted to become closer to.
Seventh, My job search continuing badly until I find a job but must then pay back the debts I owe.
Eighth, Having to work the overnight shift at Target Greatland while trying to figure out what my goals would be in life and where I would be going. Having a completely screwed up sleep schedule and becoming like an anti social bat who only came out to play and communicate with people on Sundays.
Nine, After having figured out what I where I wanted to go in life realizing that the one I’d be doing it with wouldn’t be supporting me 100% and becoming upset and fighting with him a lot.
Tenth, The time coming and after my having planned to find a place to live and setting up job interviews only to be turned away by customs and immigrations after having just spent nearly nine hours of my life traveling.
Eleventh (or Jack), Not being able to see the one I love after almost a year and a half and losing my opportunity to see him for another few months, and not having anyone understand that pain of complete failure and loss in everything…but me.
For now though these cards have been dealt into my hand I have had God by my side and he has helped me out of all of them.
These changes in my life have made me a much stronger person and even though I feel weak from them after the fact and even though I’ve cried many tears because I was in such situations. I don’t see anyway at this moment that things could get that much worse for me.
And I know now after today, that I was right about the good things being just around the corner.
For the last few days after my deportation I’ve been mourning. I didn’t want to talk about it, or think about it or discuss it with anyone because the thought of it only made me think of my failure to make a plan B just in case all of it fell through…as it has.
I was more than happy just laying up in Cynthia’s bed at my mom’s house becoming more of a computer potato than I already am while watching any movie I wanted from my mom’s Netflix account.
But God didn’t want that for me and he sent me constant signs that I should end my mourning period and get off my butt. All those people around me who showed me their support and their kindness and who told me that they had my back if I needed someone were constant reminders to me that the world hadn’t fallen to pieces completely.
Just this morning I was laying in bed happy that my mother hadn’t woken me up for church, I haven’t been sleeping very well and Church seemed like the last place that I’d want to be because I’d have to explain what happened to everyone there over and over again. I was embarrassed because just last Sunday Gail Haugen had taken extra time out of the prayer to pray for my safe journey away.
As I lay in bed the doorbell rang and a familiar voice asked for me when my brother answered the door.
It was my mother’s upstairs neighbor John one of my mother’s good friends who I knew wouldn’t ask me too many questions about what happened to me while I was in London. John being an intelligent man spoke only after thinking of what he’d wanted to say first. Why he’d been asking for me wasn’t a complete mystery my mother had hinted and talked to me a little that John might need me to do a little work for him. but I trusted that what he had to discuss with me about what that work was would be better said by him than coming from my mother.
I looked half a mess and I was a bit embarrassed to still be in my baggy “Polar Bears for Global Cooling” top and tight fitting blue jean Capri pants. Myhair was as if I’d just gotten out of bed (which I had) and I hadn’t yet put on my socks or bathed.
Yet I went with John to his place anyway.
When I got there he explained to me that his young son John junior who I call ‘Little John’ would be getting out of school for the summer soon. He was currently in a situation where he didn’t much like his working PCA worker and he was thinking of replacing her. After asking my mother if she could do it and having heard from her that I had been deported and was in need of a job and a place to stay he felt that it would be a good set up if I was to move in with him and John to be little John’s PCA worker for some time beginning as soon as the paperwork went through.
He said he already had a personal Personal Care attendant for himself and to do the cleaning around the house. He needed someone who would keep up with his son that he knew he could trust and that Little John would actually get along with. He explained that I wouldn’t have to pay any rent and that as a woman I’d have to get used to living around two men (funny as I’d already lived in a Fraternity house completely surrounded by men.) He told me that it wouldn’t be like working as much as it would be like having little John over and watching him as I would naturally do as a big sister to Cynthia. The only difference was that John being as seven year old Boy would need me to be there over the summer to go to the park and play with and to help learn new things and explore.
I absolutely adore Little John as I adore most intelligent young children. John has a bubbly personality that is unmatched by any young black male child I’ve had to watch in my life.
He reminds me a bit of my little brothers Tyler and Eric as they were growing up in that he is discovering a world where he can be intelligent and well behaved as a black male and not live according to the stereotypes of our age.
When I’ve attempted to watch John before we’d always had fun, except that Cynthia has often become jealous and wanted to become the center of my attention while he was around. They have similar personalities and they fight a lot while they are together. Even though Cynthia is nearly five years older than John is.
John and I have had our hard time in the past but I’ve grown to understand his relationships with adults and how he has been taught to treat them.
He is used to having Personal care attendants take care of him when his father has been busy and he is more than willing to try to wear you out if he feels that you’re not up to par when it comes to his need for an energetic enthusiastic playtime buddy.
The pay to do such work would be ten dollars an hour beginning from the time that I was left alone with John to the time that his father would return from his work, and daily errands.
The only stipulation would be that my family would not invade or having anything to do with my work even though in proximity they would be next door.
That was something I was more than willing to agree to because I myself was already getting tired of my family in my personal space when I had been so used to being independent and living on my own for nearly three years now (only seeing my family on weekends for church and church events.)
Also Big John asked me that I not bring as much stuff as I’d brought to my mothers house, he said he would arrange a mailbox and a storage place for me to put my belongings and that I’d be able to bring two totes of essential goods to his house only because he liked to live a minimalistic life (as my own Craig also does).
I felt that the lack of belongings would give me good practice for when I’d eventually have to be with Craig.
Big John promised that under his employment that he’d do everything in his power to help me accomplish my goals. Which I have established to be:
-Paying back my debts (Theta Chi, Hamline and Mrs. Rhonda)
-Saving for a future education (putting money away for a return to University)
-Losing weight (because I’ve become an unhealthy computer potato)
and
-Saving for another attempt to transition out of the United States and to Scotland. (Housing and living expenses)
We figured that my agreeing to live and work with John with rent being nothing and food being provided would give me the perfect opportunity to accomplish my goals in a decent amount of time.
So, this is my new plan.
I will move in with Big John and Little John for a few months until I feel that my goals have been accomplished.
After accomplishing my goals I will return to university and to Scotland to be with Craig.
It sounds simple now…but after playing with Little John for an hour just earlier today I’ve realized that he being so young and me not being as young as I used to be…might be a problem.
It’s good because he will force me to lose weight while I play with him but I’ll have to establish a schedule that will determine that Little John gets completely worn out nearly everyday this Summer to save myself the heartache of having to run after him all the time.
So I’m going to start a list and a schedule of money and summertime events that I can do with the 7 year old…including in my budget travel and food expenses.
As you can tell…I’ve already decided to accept Big John’s offer to me it’s the best card God could be dealing me right now outside of giving me a transportation system and a money tree. When it comes to Craig I hear he’s planning on visiting me in 6 to 8 weeks and I think with keeping myself busy that time will surely fly by.
As a reader of this Blog…what do you think of this new plan?

Little John and I