Well, this was the first sign I looked at as I stepped out of that very strange vehicle that takes you from the airplane to the airport itself. I looked at it and I uttered some highly PG13 expressions. Yeah, very godly, you might say. I might say I don’t care what you might say (no offense though) ’cause this was what I needed to say in that very moment. It was an urge in my pounding chest. After 4 years of dreaming about a return, after so many weeks of “you need to believe you’re actually going back”, after roughly 12 hours in the air and less then 12 hours of sleep I was standing in a line that said “non U.S. citizens”, watching a video on a very wide screen where smiling U.S. citizens of every color and shape were welcoming me in their country. On the other screen you could watch the NFL news and re-plays that immediately distracted my oh-so-tiny brain so that I almost missed the call of the oh-so-very-important immigrant officer (who as a matter of fact said goodbye along with a godblessyou under his nose)… after few questions and few finger prints I was off to the exit where an other officer took my passport gave it back and with a very bass “You have a good day” I was out in the waiting area where Carole was walking towards me. Could it get any easier?! My luggage of course didn’t make it. Wait a minute, didn’t I fly Air France via Paris? Why am I surprised?? (I know, Gyorgyi and Rob is definitely not surprised) So we set out and headed out to the Hale’s home. I was staring at the wide highways and the huge pick-up trucks and my heart melted… Later that afternoon we went to a Japanese restaurant and I had sushi. Again my heart melted a little bit more. Next to the restaurant there was a Barnes and Noble. Need I say again how my heart totally melted away…

This is the third full day that I’ve been here but I already needed to think and count when I tried to remember when I actually arrived. It seems like I’ve always been here. I don’t feel the difference. It is weird to say the least.

The first thing we did we went shopping. (Very surprising I admit) I bought 2 tops and 2 dresses, one of them is a cocktail dress, a very beautiful one and I payed $36. (God bless America:P) At the counter, the cashier girl thought I was buying amazing pieces of cloths. Then the lady next to me in line looked at the green-blue cocktail mini dress and exclaimed: “This is beautiful!” I exclaimed back : “I KNOOOW!” (thinking: “it’s MINE”) I felt special.

Three days. Great conversations, reuniting with friends, sitting in the most beautiful Volvo ever (thank you Dave for buying that car), 4 new cloths and who knows what else I didn’t even notice but were blessings for me. God is blessing my socks off. That is a fact.

I love ya’ll. Thank you for being a part of my strange little life.

Hat, ez volt az elso tabla, amit megpillantottam, amint kileptem abbol a felettebb fura jarganybol, ami elszallit a repulotol a repuloterig. Megpillantottam es elmotyogtam nehany erosen 18 even felulieknek valo kifejezest. Mondhatnatok, hogy ez igen keresztenyi. En azt mondanam, nem erdekel, mit mondanatok (nem sertes keppen) , mert abban a pillanatban ezt kellett, hogy mondjam. A kalapalo szivem kenyszeritett ra. 4 ev almodozas utan, hogy egyszer majd visszaterek, annyi “el kell hinned, hogy tenyleg vissza megy”-het utan, durvan 12 ora repules es kevesebb, mint 12 ora alvas utan ott altam egy “nem USA allampolgarok”-sorban, egy nagyon szeles vasznu videot bamulva, amiben mindenfele szinu es formaju USA allampolgarok udvozoltek az orszagukban. A masik kepernyon az Amerikai Futball Liga hireit es visszajatszasait lehetett nezni, ami rogton magara is vonta pici agyam figyelmet olyannyira, hogy majdnem elmulasztottam a nagyon fontos bevandorlasi tiszt felszolitasat (aki egyebkent a viszlattal egyben elmotyogott egy istenaldjon-t is)…nehany kerdes es ujjlenyomat utan mar uton is voltam a kijarat fele, ahol egy ujabb uriember elvette es vissza adta az utlevelemet, es egy nagyon basszus “Legyen jo napja”-val mar kint is talaltam magam a varoteremben, ahol Carole felem setalt. Mehet valami ennel simabban?! Persze a csomagomnak ez nem sikerult. De varjunk csak, nem veletlenul Air France-szal utaztam Parizson keresztul? Miert vagyok meglepve?? (Tudom, Gyorgyi es Rob tutira nincenek meglepve) Igyhat elindultunk Hale-ek otthonaba. Bamultam a sze’les autopalyakra es a bazinagy kisteherautokra es olvadt el a szivem… Kicsit kesobb meg aznap delutan Japan etteremben vacsoraztunk es sushi-t ettem. A szivem ujra tovabb olvadt. Az etterem mellett egy Barnes and Nobel konyvaruhaz volt. Szuksegtelen mondanom, hogy a szivem teljesen elolvadt…

Ez a harmadik teljes nap, hogy itt vagyok, de maris utana kellett szamolnom, mikor arra probaltam emlekezni, miota is vagyok itt. Olyan, mintha mindig is itt lettem volna. Nem erzek kulonbseget. Fura erzes, hogy mast ne mondjak.

Elso dolgunk az volt, hogy shoppingolni mentunk. (Elismerem, nagyon meglepo) Vettem ket felsot es ket ruhat, az egyik egy koktel ruha, nagyon gyonyoru, es mindezert fizettem $36-ot. (Isten aldja Amerikat:P) A penztaros lany szerint fantasztikus ruhadarabokat vasaroltam. A sorban utanam kovetkezo holgy, mikor megpillantotta a kekes-zold mini koktel ruhat, felkialtott: ” Ez gyonyoru!” En visszakialtottam: ” A-haaa!” (hozzagondolva: “az ENYEM”) Akkor kulonlegesnek ereztem magam.

Harom nap. Nagyszeru beszelgetesek, viszontlattam a baratimat, ultem a legdogosebb Volvo-ban, amit valaha csinaltak (koszi Dave, hogy megvetted ezt az autot), 4 uj ruha es ki tudja, mennyi aldas lehetett, amit eszre sem vettem. Kijelenthetem, hogy az Ur ezerrel levesz a labaimrol.

Szeretlek tikteket:-) Koszi, hogy fura kis eletem reszei vagytok.