Well, I finally did it. I made it from Sea to shining SeaTac and am now ensconced in God’s country for a period of at least 1 year and up to 3. (Unless I go native).
The hardest part of the journey wasn’t the paperwork, the 5 hour wait at the US embassy or even my arrival at immigration. Oh no. It was getting my enormous suitcase (a.k.a. “Big Green”) from Royal Leamington Spa to Heathrow Terminal 4 without rupturing myself.
Travel tip: If you know your case is 10Kg over the weight limit, start flirting and apologising long before it hits the scales.
Anyhows, Big Green is not a good travel partner. I had to help him down 3 flights of stairs, shepherd him across London and get him on a plane. But he arrived intact, presumably trashing BA0049′s fuel economy in the process.
More anon.
I can’t believe you left. They will rob you of all your Hugh-Grant-charming Britishness and leave you a wrung-out shell of a man.
Sigh.