Tuesday 2 September 2008

what to write

So my friend Joe got deported (again) from England, which makes me a little bit worried. And so I am thinking of everything, every documentation that I could possibly take with me to make sure that I am not deported (again). So bank statements, and an letter from Apple saying I work there full-time (still an exciting thought), and my car lease or house lease papers. And they frown at you if you don't have cash on you. I never carry cash and don't like the idea of having to get some out of the bank, just to carry it to prove that I have money. Do people really still carry cash or cards on average? I use my cards most of the time. (except for a few of my favorite cafes here who only take cash, why I ask, why only take cash? I have been there before and paid with pre-counted change, including many pennies. $2.11 for a never ending coffee for here with soy. Yum. Lovely and then they keep your punch card there so that I don't even have to remember to take it. So the coffee even earns me a free one later, oh happy day indeed.

So back to the topic at hand, getting to go to England. Hopefully the immigration officer will not be reading this and then kick me out of some strange basis. It is strange when you are deported cause you really feel like you have done something wrong. When really, you just didn't fit pre-set criteria. I have been thinking of my journal too cause last time they read that. And so I think about what I have written in it and if that will make it sound like I am planning on staying in the UK forever. And what will I journal in this next week about going to England and will that make me sound like I want to be there for the rest of my life. I should write about how I want to be in Madison now and will be until something happens and there is a very good reason to go somewhere else. (hopefully involving other people coming with or going to other people that I know) That is true. I do like Madison. And I like that I can ride my bike to places, like this morning where I rode to the store to buy coffee to make.

I don't know that I could ever live in a place where I could not walk or ride my bike to coffee shops, stores, or somewhere useful. I don't like being places where you have to get in a car to get anywhere. Perhaps I have been spoiled. Perhaps.

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