Just don’t know where to start.
I have stories of bears, moose, elk and geysers. I’m really looking forward to sharing how I found one more thing I’m allergic too, and added another doctor to my list of ‘medical centers visited on holiday’.
But I think it’s adequate to say this:
On the way back from our vacation, the family are sitting watching CNN at Billings airport. We’re about to fly to Denver, where we have a twenty minute cushion before the O’Hare flight. If you know me at all, you’ll know that I am not all that calm. I am a little bit on edge, with the short time to make the change, the increasingly late departure time of the Billings flight and the idea of two or three hours in flight before getting home to Chicago.
Imagine then the panic and arm flapping when I glanced down at my passport and read the expiration date of my US Visa.
We do not have four weeks to calmly pack, say farewells, do Chicago things ‘one last time’. We have one week to vacate the country or else. As of the 1st September, we’re not going to be living in Chicago any more.
oops!