{"id":360,"date":"2007-03-12T19:20:35","date_gmt":"2007-03-12T19:20:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/?p=360"},"modified":"2007-11-17T01:11:39","modified_gmt":"2007-11-17T01:11:39","slug":"on-leaving-the-airport","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2007\/03\/12\/on-leaving-the-airport\/","title":{"rendered":"on leaving the airport"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2007\/03\/08\/and-so-it-begins\/\">Continued&#8230;<\/a><\/em><br \/>\nI live on St XXX Street.  In a two story brick house on a littered up street at the front of a cul-de-sac just down an alley and off the main Road. <\/p>\n<p>The girl who told me she&#8217;d pick me up at the airport didn&#8217;t. She&#8217;s not even in the city yet.   She sent Martin instead.  He got there and couldn&#8217;t find me and came home and then had to come back out again.  It was five hours before we got together.  It was good of him to do it.  He didn&#8217;t have to.  <\/p>\n<p>We took a bus from the airport.  The last time I was in a foreign country I took taxis everywhere because I was afraid to get on a bus or a train.  I&#8217;ve never told anyone that.   I spent like $500 on taxis because I was too scared to ride anything else.  Geesh.  Today was my first proper bus ride.  Martin Paid.  I didn&#8217;t know how. <\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;s one of my housemates and seems ok.  I mean, I can&#8217;t look at him because when I do I want to look some more.  He&#8217;s one of those people other people like to look at.  You know.  The kind who always reminds you of someone else but you&#8217;re not sure who so you have to stare just a little bit longer than you probably should just to figure it out.  <\/p>\n<p>He said he use to work for an MP.  Which doesn&#8217;t mean Military Police but Member of Parliament.  I said something about Ronald Reagan and he laughed at me.  I think.  Back home I had posters of Mel Gibson and Dan Marino on my wall.  Chris had a photo of Reagan and a Newsweek article.  Chris is pretty laid back but she loves Reagan like she hates Canadians.  And no.  I don&#8217;t get the whole Canadian thing.  I think one called her ugly when she was a kid.   Chris doesn&#8217;t like people who call her ugly.  <\/p>\n<p>Martin laughed and said he was one of Reagan&#8217;s communists.  I didn&#8217;t say a thing but thought &#8220;I dated one once.  And never told a soul.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><em>14 August 1998<\/em><\/p>\n<p><center><strong>Earl took this photo of me the day I bought my ticket.  She said my eyebrows need doing.<\/strong><\/center><br \/>\n<center><a href=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-content\/Buffy98.JPG\" rel=\"lightbox\" title=\"Princeton. 98.\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-content\/thumb-Buffy98.JPG\" alt=\"Princeton. 98.\"\/ border=0\/><\/a><\/center> <\/p>\n<p><em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2007\/03\/15\/room-mates-ney-house-mates\/\">Continued&#8230;<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Continued&#8230; I live on St XXX Street. In a two story brick house on a littered up street at the front of a cul-de-sac just down an alley and off the main Road. The girl who told me she&#8217;d pick me up at the airport didn&#8217;t. She&#8217;s not even in the city yet. 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