And so the last day of work came and went. I completed my handover notes, filled my waste basket with papers no longer useful or necessary, cleaned off my desk, shook hands and started looking towards the US.
Since I was last there three seasons have passed here (two and a half in the US). It feels like ages ago that I was home. Excitement was mounting until I watched the BBC and saw, to my great consternation, a gigantic ash cloud filmed out of a plane window. At first I hoped that I was looking at old footage and then realized it was from yesterday. I immediately had nightmare scenarios playing in my head: missing the graduation and all the fun because I would be stuck in Amsterdam, or worse, in Dubai.
For a change fee of a couple of hundred dollars I routed myself from Dubai to Boston via Atlanta rather than Amsterdam. It takes a landing in Europe out of the equation and if, for some reason the ash cloud drifts to Atlanta or Boston, I am at least on the right continent.
Since I will be travelling without a computer (I would have to drag a large keyboard along that doesn’t fit on the tray table) I will sign off now for as long as it takes me to get to a computer and internet connection again.
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