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a parallel universe?
May. 14th, 2008 12:18 amWell, I'm back in the States. And in case you had doubts about this, it is terrifically hard to get into this country. The security measures are crazy, and sometimes ridiculous. Even as a citizen, I stood in line for 30+ minutes just waiting for my passport visa. Then I had to get my bags, drag them through customs, RE-CHECK them and pick them up on the other side of the airport. I also had to go through security screening -- remove my shoes, scan my laptop, take off all my clothes.....
Ha, just kidding on that last part. But I wouldn't put it past customs to make people do that every so often. And, on the plus side, it could be much, much worse. Visitors to the States had to give two digital fingerprints and a photograph to Border Patrol before they could even be allowed entry. But man, do I miss the relaxed atmosphere of European airports. They are positively blissful in comparison to ours.
Anyway, my first full day back in America was very surreal. Yesterday, my parents drove me home, we got back around 10PM, and I fell into bed and slept for 11 hours. Obviously, today was set to be more exciting from the get-go; I had lunch with my parents, went and treated myself to a manicure/pedicure, and picked up a book I'd wanted to get at Waldenbooks.
THEN (this is where the parallel universe bit comes in), I pointed a good-looking stranger towards the mall Panera, we got to talking, he asked me to join him for lunch. And I did! We spent an hour talking about music, food, and eventually exchanged phone numbers.
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firstfaintgleam said earlier, this must mean that everyone in town was excited to have me back. Even complete (handsome) strangers. It made me laugh, though, because I have never done impromptu lunch dates. I've never had impromptu dates, period. So I'm starting to think that my life in America is now operating under the parallel universe mode. We'll see if that hypothesis holds true. :D
Also - I'm going to see my friends tomorrow! YAY!
Ha, just kidding on that last part. But I wouldn't put it past customs to make people do that every so often. And, on the plus side, it could be much, much worse. Visitors to the States had to give two digital fingerprints and a photograph to Border Patrol before they could even be allowed entry. But man, do I miss the relaxed atmosphere of European airports. They are positively blissful in comparison to ours.
Anyway, my first full day back in America was very surreal. Yesterday, my parents drove me home, we got back around 10PM, and I fell into bed and slept for 11 hours. Obviously, today was set to be more exciting from the get-go; I had lunch with my parents, went and treated myself to a manicure/pedicure, and picked up a book I'd wanted to get at Waldenbooks.
THEN (this is where the parallel universe bit comes in), I pointed a good-looking stranger towards the mall Panera, we got to talking, he asked me to join him for lunch. And I did! We spent an hour talking about music, food, and eventually exchanged phone numbers.
As my good friend
firstfaintgleam said earlier, this must mean that everyone in town was excited to have me back. Even complete (handsome) strangers. It made me laugh, though, because I have never done impromptu lunch dates. I've never had impromptu dates, period. So I'm starting to think that my life in America is now operating under the parallel universe mode. We'll see if that hypothesis holds true. :DAlso - I'm going to see my friends tomorrow! YAY!
