So here I am in Portland. Getting here was great. I found out about the accident on Monday and managed to get a flight. I realized in the evening that my current passport was in my safety deposit box and then I realized I had no idea where my key was. After looking everywhere for it I just went to the airport knowing that technically (until January 1st, 2006) Canadians only need a piece of government issued picture ID to get into the states. Standing in line at customs, the woman in front of me is worried for the same reason. She walks up, and the guy basically says "welcome to the states, have a nice day" after she presents her drivers lisence.
Feeling more confident that I won't have any trouble now I walk up and the guy *loses* it. "It's international travel!" blah blah, "who do you think you are" blah blah. I was shocked. All I could muster was an "I guess the rules for international travel don't apply to cute white chicks?".
And so he denied me entry.
Off home, barely slept, woke up went the safety deposit box, had it drilled ($200, thank you very much) got my passport and all was easy after that. Oh to be an Arab in these times. We're really not very popular.
The best part of it all is that I found the SDB keys in my suitcase last night. So happy about that.
Anyways, it's green but sad here in Portland though everything will work itself out. Time *does* heal most wounds... love to you all.
Feeling more confident that I won't have any trouble now I walk up and the guy *loses* it. "It's international travel!" blah blah, "who do you think you are" blah blah. I was shocked. All I could muster was an "I guess the rules for international travel don't apply to cute white chicks?".
And so he denied me entry.
Off home, barely slept, woke up went the safety deposit box, had it drilled ($200, thank you very much) got my passport and all was easy after that. Oh to be an Arab in these times. We're really not very popular.
The best part of it all is that I found the SDB keys in my suitcase last night. So happy about that.
Anyways, it's green but sad here in Portland though everything will work itself out. Time *does* heal most wounds... love to you all.
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I had no idea that such a tragedy had happened in your family. Just want to send you warmth and, for what it's worth, my empathy.
Listen, take it from a wierdo gypsy: things will settle soon and life will choose a lane for an extended time for you, I promise. How do I know? Because you seem to have your head on straight - and that's very important in times when it is all too easy to lose your head.
stay true, be you.
a drink when you get back sounds great. i think we`re all feeling a little anti social at the moment anyhow, so by the time you get back i`m sure we`ll all be sick of sitting at home by ourselves.