The trip was a success.
I went to Target and bought all sorts of Target-y stuff. I went to Trader Joes twice and bought all sorts of Joes-y stuff. I bought some Easter candy in case the Easter bunny gets stopped by the U.S. government again this year. I ate as much Asian food of as many varieties as I could stuff into my little face.
In fact, I ate so much that when I went to put on my fancy interview duds for yesterday's test, I could barely zip up my pants. Seriously, people. Just one week in the US and I can't fit in my clothes. Not good.
But I passed! I passed the FSOT. Despite my pants, which seem to be a recurring issue in my quest for gainful employment.
So now I am taking my stuffed-to-the-gills suitcase and dragging myself back to the airport.
Time flies. So, it seems, will I.