This trip down to the States was the most uneventful trip I have ever had. I had to hold up a pathetic little sign at the border that says "My window doesn't go down. Can I open my door?" The border guards have laughed at me each time, so far. But they understand my ghetto pimpin' lifestyle of cheapness. I can't pay $400 to have the master switch replaced just so my window will roll back up after I roll it down. So instead, I risk having a cavity search or making them very alarmed if I just open my car door with no apparent reason and getting shot on sight.
Every aspect of this trip, except for the slight wait at the Canada-to-US border crossing, I got no questions, no delays, every flight left on time and arrived EARLY, wasn't crowded, I got picked up everywhere I needed to get picked up and dropped off wherever I needed to get dropped off. It was semi-miraculous, actually. I have never had travel go so completely smoothly. God wanted me to go where I went. Also, so did your mom. She did. She told me.
I'll be leaving Victoria on Wednesday. You know, it's interesting to me that, although I have the joy of traveling, seeing new people everywhere I land, and visiting those I love...what that means from the other side is that I'm always leaving someone. If I could travel like a huge katamari, just gathering up everyone I love and letting them stick to me and come with me as I move along, I would be pretty happy. But they all have these things called "lives" which interfere with this, I think, ingenius plan. Everyone should all just become self-employed. And sell their houses. And come with me.
I miss you.