Here is an interesting account of my first anniversary back in the U.S. and how it all happened. I carried my cat through three airports. I wrote this with my second anniversary approaching. At the end of this coming June, three years will have gone by since I am living in Daytona Beach.
The top photo is my first photo of the Atlantic Ocean that I had not seen in ages. Remember in Latvia I lived near the Daugava River and when we went to the beach it was not the ocean we swam in but the Baltic Sea. And this is a photo of the tall palm trees I saw for the first time because I was living among oak trees and pine and fir trees, among others.
It is almost unbelievable to me that tomorrow will be the first anniversary since I arrived in Florida. It is strange to look back because I can tell you that the last two weeks I spent in my house in Riga, Latvia are almost a complete blank to me. I was in such trauma and high anxiety that everything sort of just slipped by me. It was great if I knew what year, date, and time it was. I remember I was completely calm that early morning leaving the house for the last time. The reason I was calm was that I had put my brain in neutral and was only concentrating on getting to the airport and making sure that Sid was alright.
I knew my dear departed love was flying along with us to be sure we were alright and I managed to get through all the airports and so on. My next panic set in when I got into the cab in Orlando because Daytona Beach is an hour away and I could not leave Sid in the carrier any longer. The cab driver was a friendly fellow so I sat back to think of how far away my old life was now. Suddenly he asked a very reasonable question. What address did he have to drive to? Guess what?
In all my haste, my anxiety, my panic, my crazy thoughts I had not written down my friend’s address. So being the wee hours of the morning and the cab driver needed to get back to Orlando I had him deposit me at one of the bigger resort hotels here. Then came the wonderful magic of the computer age. I explained my troubles to the desk clerk and got access to the computer room for guests. Within minutes of getting online, I had the address and he ordered another cab for me. It was then and only then that I realized I had arrived in full tropical heat. By 3 AM I was at their house and here I am a year later and so much has happened.