I got denied entry at the US border. Two times, yesterday. They were extremely suspicious that I didn’t book a return flight. I don’t really want to get into it other than that but I’m out a ton of money and I’ve wasted way too many hours at the airport. At least I’m at the gate and on my way out now.
So yes, a one-way. I plan to spend a couple of weeks with my Grandma in Boston to keep her company but also have some time to unwind and change my focus on some things, productivity-wise. I’m always happy to return. Can’t wait to stroll down cobblestone streets, a donut from Blackbird in one hand and another from Dunkin’ in the other. That’s the dream, haha. But who am I kidding? I’ll probably be too full. My g-ma is constantly feeding me and in ridiculously large portions because she thinks I’m always starving or something. And she often offers all the stuff I don’t enjoy eating. White rice. Pork buns. Apples. Bleh. I’ve been thinking about how to get around it. I’m thinking of wrapping food in napkins and tossing it the the birds or something later. Feasible, but she’s always just sitting there, watching and smiling at me while I eat. Don’t get me wrong — I’ve never skipped that guilty feeling of wasting food but I’ve been so good with my running… I really don’t want to lose all that progress. Unlikely. She recently learned that I have a weakness for braised pig trotters… super tasty but super fatty and I’ll be having it for days straight. Whatever. I’ll spend some time to jog ’round the city to try maintain my weight. I hope I don’t die trippin’ on those cobbles.
My grandma actually watched my uncle (her nephew) die that I wrote about in a previous post. I wonder how she’s feeling about it and what she has to say. I’ve always seen her as tough and sassy woman. I’ve seen her angry but never sad. I think she’s alright but we’ll talk it over.