She doesn't know it, but we spend every Sunday morning together - me in the tub, Agnieszka playing hits on the radio. We've both changed a lot since we first "met". She's no longer the young, rebellious rocker with the need to tell people fak ju. I'm not the young naive American girl who hardly ever said the f-word.
When people meet me they often ask "what are you doing here?" or "how did you get here?" - and I just don't know. It certainly wasn't my intention, but here I am just the same. Life's strange that way.