The End

When Scott and I parted ways on January 31st our skin was brown, our hair was long, our beards scruffy, and our need for adventure had been temporarily satisfied.  The end wasn’t sad.  Scott was off to surf the waves of his life in Indo, and I was headed back to the good old USA.  I didn’t really occur to me until I was about halfway through my 30 hours of flight that I was still unemployed and homeless.  The reality started setting in and it wasn’t so bad.  My Boeing 777 out of never-neverland touched down in Washington, DC and all of the sudden I was surrounded by large, old, white people in suits with serious looks, fancy phones, and laptops.  America.  I sat down at a Fuddruckers at 9:45 AM and ordered the largest burger on the menu, mashed it, and considered another one.  They have McDonald’s everywhere in Bangkok, but that still doesn’t mean you can get a decent burger in that country.  It’s wet and cold, my cell phone works for a change.  Life was slipping back to normal way too fast like I had just been teleported.  I’m the only person in the airport in flip-flops with crazy hair.  People are looking at me funny.  They should, I look funny. 

In a week, my tan will be gone.  I will soon have to get a haircut for job interviews.  My left flip-flop is on the verge of blowing out.  Soon I will not look so funny walking through an airport, that makes me sad.  My parents are there waiting for me in the New Bern airport, they too comment on how I look like some islander, and are happy to see me.  But not as happy as Kramer, who also gave me a funny look, and then almost wagged her tail through the door. 

~ by deanius on February 4, 2008.