It all began that morning I got on flight 223, gate 13A. New York to London, one way. I could hardly contain the excitement rising within me. The thoughts of celebrities, shopping, and most of all, my international friends that I would meet up with there, were washing over my mind continuously as the ocean waves lap upon the the shores of New Jersey. My home. I was leaving it behind to cross the great Atlantic Ocean and embark on an adventure with five people known only through their words. (And a little bit of telephone.)
We had all somehow managed to book flights that would arrive at approximately the same time at London's Heathrow Airport, so that we might all travel together to our new home, found for us by Gaby's grandmother, out of the kindness of her heart. Our joyous meeting at the baggage claim could not have been overshadowed, even by Jess's worst mood of cyncism.
Over the next few months, I would enjoy experiences with various male icons of the pop world, I would play Glastonbury with my four best friends, I would find the love of a lifetime, and even get arrested and lost along the way.
Nothing could compare to these experiences. As I look back on it, I cannot understand how it all just abruptly ended. No elegant fade-out. Just a tug of the power switch and off it all went. Our dreams went down the toilet. We learned the price of fame and money in five short seconds. Everyone we had ever known walked out on us. Human nature is funny that way.
We have all gone our seperate ways. Red, I've heard, has moved to India and taken up some kind of business there. Perhaps teaching the Kama Sutra? Red is the only one I have been able to keep in touch with. She and Rory spend their time between Ireland and India. Or this information could even be wrong. I don't know. Life is like that. You never know who to trust.
As for past shags...you can probably imagine that the celebrities have made no move to contact me. Which is good. Trust me. Liam, however, has called, written, begged...I can't bring myself to forgive him. Not yet. I still haven't assessed and gotten over the whole past yet. We all shared some amazing experiences, but is that a reason to accept that someone you cared for simply walked out on you when things got rough? As least he got his wish. I have to admit that I am proud of him. Waterfront is currently on the verge of taking over the Stereophonic's spot as the best Welsh band in Britain. I'm happy for him. I have to keep telling myself that.
I think writing this is helping me regain a sense of closure. So, goodbye my friends. I hope you had the time of your life.
~ Kali
24.12.06