Hell on Earth

Updated: Oct 3, 2020

Utah was hell.

A cold, albino Mormon hell,

And thanks to Irving and Lucy, I was living in it.

I seriously questioned my parents' judgement. Why would we leave California for Utah? Why would we leave 80-degree weather, donuts in every strip mall, and Disneyland?! We left Universal Studios, Knott’s Berry Farm, and Six Flags for pooty ass Lagoon?

We left our grandparents, aunts/uncles and cousins for stranger Mormons. We even lost our family dog Rusty in the process! The move was emotional and felt like a tremendous loss.

Luckily, we found Rusty! My dad tried to tell us, “Rusty ran away". Rusty didn’t run away, my dad tried to assassinate him! Little did my dad know, my mom implanted a microchip in Rusty's ear when we adopted him from the pound. The chip tracked Rusty on a homeward bound journey from Mexico to Chino Hills. Our dad drove our dog to the border of Mexico and lied to us! We got our dog back, but this wouldn't be the first time my dad attempted a botched assassination on our family dog.

Utah brought out the devil in everybody.

My dad was angry. My mom was stressed. I was cold.

Was it shell shock? Culture shock?

I was just shocked.

Utah was like living in an episode of the Twilight Zone. Everything looked the same: The churches looked the same. The houses looked the same. The people looked THE SAME. Blonde hair, blue eyed. There was no sense of originality.

To make life even more depressing, the sun set at 4pm. It was dark and cold, and no place for a little brown girl. I needed more sunshine and wanted to live with my Grandparents in Inglewood.

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