my British luck

My British luck, hasn't been good.

1. Lost a relationship after she moved to London last summer.
2. Lost my passport and cell phone at Gatwick airport in London last Fall (I usually don't lose things but thank god found everything back).
3. Slept at the airport because I couldn't find my passport back in time and had to buy new flight tickets.
4. Booked a flight to London to meet my friend earlier this year but the accommodation fell through and had to pay €60 to reschedule the tickets to Copenhagen.
5. Someone from UK came to Milan to visit me and stole my passport this Spring.

The only positive word in this post is Copenhagen, and I currently have no plans visiting UK...

Yesterday, while I was driving on the interstate to Jersey,

After meeting professor Giorgio, i went home and picked up my luggage. Got my phone charger, valentine one detector, clothes, gum, cash, and some food for the trip.

Just before I was leaving Buffalo, got a call from Hackensack, NJ asking if i left my house yet. I quicky got on the road and was in my black Prelude, slowly passing by Rochester, Syracuse on the interstate 90, and found my way to Pennsylvania in a few hours.

I was driving very fast and very exhausted. Took a break at the rest area, smoked a cigarette there, and got another call from Hackensack.

It got completely dark after a while. I looked at the highway, it was completely black. the road and the sky were the same except a few cars.

Things changed so fast in a day and I don't go to Jersey anymore. But every time when I drive on the highway at night, I think of Jersey.