DAY 65
Monday July 4, 2005
Transit day. Today I fly home. A word of advice, never fly Delta internationally! It's awful. I was pissed off. I went through all the security lines and all that and then at the last minute before boarding the plane Delta interviewed every single person getting on the plane. I was grilled for ten minutes on my every move. The American Embassy wasn't even this way when I lost my passport. Furthermore, the guy that couldn't be 2 or 3 years out of high school was asking highly personal and unnecessary questions.
Finally I asked him, "Is this really necessary, do you really need to know this for me to board the flight?"
He squirmed and said "Yes, it is. So, what does your boyfriend think of you doing this?"
"He hopes I have fun."
Bastard! I felt like saying do you want to know my bra size too? How about when I lost my virginity? Christ! What recourse do I have but to answer his questions? None whatsoever, and that is what pissed me off.
I am a bookkeeper not a terrorist. It didn't help that he looked like a Nazi, given the interrogation process.
Then when I got on the plane the captain made an announcement on the intercom and said if there are any people that form a group on the plane they will be dispersed. Good Lord, this was just like under communism or fascism.
I love my country, but I see democracy sliding down the drain and an empire taking its place. Our votes don't even count anymore. America incarcerates more of its own people than any other country in the world except, what use to be, Russia.
Delta is in the pocket of the government because they have taken so much money from them and the government wants to tighten the flow of travel. In maybe one or two generations, mark my words, it will be like living under communism.
The Netherlands have more freedom, currently, than we do. I know I have seen both countries with my own eyes.
Other than all that my flight went really well, except for one landing where the pilot swerved and then overcorrected when we were landing. Everyone grabbed onto the seats and made surprised noises. I mentioned to my seat mate that this guy sure can't drive a straight line.
After a 25 hour transit day, with no sleep and little food I arrived at the airport. I walked passed people with welcome home signs and people with flowers and looked for Jeff, but he was no where to be found.
I then went and picked up all my luggage and went outside into the warm summer night with the sun shining. Still no Jeff. I waited fifteen minutes and decided to hail a cab. I was near tears by this time. 25 hour with no sleep, no food, and no one to greet me coming home. Damn. What could have happened?
Just as I was looking for a cab, Jeff pulled up. He gave me a very much needed hug and kisses, and loaded my luggage. As soon as we got in the car he gave roses. Now, that's more like it. I was starting to feel really neglected.
He was late because he wanted the house to look nice for me and had moped and sanitized the kitchen floor, mowed the lawn, and was vacuuming when he had to stop and just leave to pick me up.
When we got home all I wanted to do was cuddle, but he finished the task of vacuuming. I went into the room and there were more flowers and a welcome home card. We then went to say hi to my family and had just enough time to see the fireworks.
So, in the end, I was welcomed home with many flowers, cards, hugs, kisses, smiles, fireworks and also a very clean house. Cool!
Jeff, isn't he a sweetie!
Welcome home!
Anchorage, Alaska