San Leandro, CA, U.S.A.–I’m back.
Jason and I were scheduled to arrive at SFO at 9:30 this morning; favorable weather conditions brought us in a full hour earlier. I walked out of customs just as my parents were walking into the arrivals section. Good timing.
I managed to make it through customs without having my bags searched. Jason wasn’t so fortunate, but the ordeal didn’t take long, at least; after all, neither of us were transporting commercial goods in excess of $2000 in value, or whatever the cap above which one is charged is set at.
The flight wasn’t too fun. The service was (mostly) rude, and the food was terrible; to top it off, there was a great deal of turbulence right after dinner was served–not a good combination, if you ask me. Oh, well. At least they had The Pacifier running continuously on one of their many movie channels. Vin Diesel is the man.
I ate cold cereal for breakfast when I got home. It was the first breakfast I’d had in weeks that wasn’t made up of o-nigiri or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. For dinner, my dad barbecued hamburgers–a meal I’d eaten but once in the past six weeks. Next on my list of cravings to be satisfied are mexican food and pizza. If anyone wants to grab lunch, now’s a good time for me.
Before I left for Japan, I weighed about what my doctor told me was the minimum of the “healthy” range for my height. When I got home this morning, I checked to see how I’d fared after several weeks of constant exercise and a less-than-stellar diet. All told, I had dropped around four pounds.
I haven’t been this light since middle school. Yikes. Like I said, if anyone wants to grab lunch….
Ok. I’m really tired. I’m going to sleep now. I might be in Berkeley tomorrow, though, unless I’m totally convalescent or wake up at 3:00 PM, or something. So you might see me then.