US chronicles -1

The trip that started on a cold Saturday should have sent me some signal in natures own way that was unfathomable to me. Pops and Babai came to see me off. After about 3 hours at terminal at RGIA, I proceeded onto the flight. But for some cold food and pathetic journey, landed at the Terminal 5 of Heathrow. It is a busy and big airport. After a wait of about 5 hours, got onto another flight a smaller one in size and a bigger one in its problems. British Airways sucks. After an uneventful 8 hours, landed at the Philadelphia international. With doubts in my mind, i proceeded towards to the imigration counter. I had heard some heart warming stories of people that were deported and were grilled for further interviews etc. But, nothing such happened with me.

Two simple questions and I was in. Jetlag is now the next bigger threat. Househunting ended in ten minutes after it started. I moved in about 1 hour from then. Food, a little sleep and then Jetlag. I slept like a log yesterday and am back to sleeplessness now.

A visit to a mall and then of all places, a temple rounded up my Martin Luther King Jr. day. Oh yeah, I forgot to add that I woke up at 12:30 in the afternoon after about 10 hours of sleep. I am yet to start on my normal routine yet. Let us see how it shapes up. Wilmington is a small place with nothing much to do. Need to see how I cope with the life here. Good luck to me.