At the U.S./Mexico border along Interstate 5 is an extremely conspicuous road sign that reads, "LAST U.S. EXIT". It is there so that the extremely directionally challenged, absent-minded or already-drunk will not accidentally cross over into Tijuana. I have never missed the sign, although I do vaguely remember once in college driving perpendicular to the freeway across four lanes to reach the exit (but that's a different blog).
I have officially arrived at the LAST U.S. EXIT. Tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn I board a plane bound for...Jersey (gotcha!) Really, I do. I have an extremely short, slightly nail-biting layover in Newark. In my U.S./Mexico analogy, I equate this layover with the "U-TURN TO U.S." sign that allows drivers who missed the LAST U.S. EXIT just one more chance to sneak home while exempting border patrol from strip searches and paperwork. I hope that you will NOT hear from me in Newark, as this would probably indicate that I missed my connection and am now bored and angry in the Newark airport on standby. I hope that the next time I post to this blog, I will be in Athens.