You're Being Processed.

LEFT - Where are the good times? Tommy Boy (+) and J-Lo were getting used to each other and then..


I got to Detroit's Wayne Airport at around 12:08 pm (Nov 16th). But my clock was still set to Narita time zone so I was a bit confused and thought I'd be late for my connecting flight to Toronto which was supposed to board at 1:20 pm.

I kept glancing at my watch while in the long queue of people being processed at the Port of Entry in Detroit. My watch read 2:20 pm. Then I asked the guy infront of me if he's got the local time. Yes he did. It was quarter to 1:00 pm.

So I had 35 minutes to clear Immigration and to run to Gate 26 for my connecting flight.

Arriving at a Port Of Entry in any place in the globe gives me an eerie feeling. I don't know why or what it is, but I have this weird feeling that I'm in a "temporary holding zone" where there's no specific time , it's neither day or night - just a zombie-like state where one is stamped on the head and declared fit and told to " go and live and forget your own body mass and time memories you've just been through. " It's like being back from the future.

It was good Canadians didn't have to be fingerprinted nor photographed, so it took all 2 minutes for me to clear Immigration. But I had to retrieve my luggage and re-check them and to be retrieved again at the Pearson International in Toronto.

I'm finally home.

I immediately checked the balcony and found J-Lo (aka Ugly Betty, the budgie) alone at the floor of the cage. Now that Tommy Boy is gone, J-Lo is back to being lonely.