Hello from the San Francisco airport. I'm on a brief jaunt to the States for my brother's wedding.
Perhaps it's because I let the hair stylist perm my hair. Or maybe it was the Chinese grandma sitting next to me that I was helping out. Or was it because I wore my sweats onto the plane? For whatever reason, the matronly flight attendant on my United flight totally thought I was a Chinese citizen. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But when I asked for the English/U.S. citizen customs forms, she definitely gave me an incredulous look.
I guess I'm flattered. Hopefully it's more of a Hudson Taylor kind of thing than that of my old college floormate.
Anyway, it's good to be back home, if even for a short time. Excited for my brother to get married (finally). I realized a few days ago that him getting married will mean that our family is (hopefully) done choosing people to add to the family. (Unless anyone decides to adopt?)
I'm really happy for him. I think they're a great match and she's going to add a lot to the family. Not that you can trust what I say here because he'll probably read this.
Despite the fact that it's pouring rain here in San Francisco, the approach was beautiful. I love our life in Beijing, but life in California is pretty frickin' sweet too.
The buzz wore off later when I was standing in the security line and it struck me how miserable everyone looked. It was bad. I guess an airport security line is just one of those places where no one actually wants to be, no matter what country you're in.
2 years ago
3 comments:
welcome back. i wish i were in sf... and perm? ... i'm almost afraid to ask, but where can we see a photo of this?
wish we could hang! if you have a couple hours to kill while you're heading back, let us know.
Hey Ingrid. I was hoping for a long layover so we could go cause some trouble, but it's going to be close as it is :(. In the unlikely event that I miss my flight and am stranded in San Francisco, I'm going to come bother you and Jerry.
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