i've been back in america for about two weeks. i currently live in a house with a 36-year-old divorced paralegal, who took me to target and bought me dinner; a dog, whose poo i stepped in tonight; and a boy about my age who has made no impression on me.
you know, it's such a comforting feeling going through immigration in america. i get to go to the short quick line, i'm not interrogated, i just get a "welcome back" and there are american flags everywhere.