I am a repatriated expatriate. That makes me a castaway patriot. I have been back to this country for ten years, and it feels like a thousand. How I managed to maintain my residency during the entire time of the George Dubbya terms is beyond me. I have about had all of it I can take, and the coming elections promise little respite. I am going to attempt to get back "home".
If it was just me, it would be really easy. When I returned from Japan in September 1998, all I had was a duffel bag and one key. (the key to the duffel bag!) Now I am tied down by several cars, a travel trailer and a part time job. I have two dogs and a wife. Things were so much simpler when I was single. There were times when I just got up and left everything sitting where it was and moved on down the line. I just ain't that simple anymore. Admittedly, the wife did drag me off to Japan in the first place, and followed me back about 6 months later, but she has a habit of picking up more unleaveable, undisposable junk than I. (She does have me to contend with, that is a big handicap right from the start.)
I have begun to make plans, I have lists, diagrams, charts, weights and mesures, conversion charts, a bi-degree-ble thermometer and a monstrous urge to just get on the next plane outta here. I must bide my time and make sure that I have all the duck sitting in little rows. When I leave this time, I don't plan to come back except to visit, and then, only if necessary.
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