Sitting with the roar of jet engines echoing in my ears, I had plenty of time to reflect on the possible folly upon which I was embarking. After reconnecting with my love, Lucky, after about six years of separation, I decided to pack up and move to Sri Lanka. One has to follow the heart, I believe, but my nerves were screaming: Are you nuts? What have you done?
I have had a fortunate life, especially since I discovered by vocation: teaching. With wonderful teaching experiences, at home and abroad, and great students and colleagues, I have been able to travel some, write some, and make some good friends. As I faced moving to another country, I wondered if my luck would hold, or if I would be in for a disaster. Leaving had its pains: my mom is 86, so this goodbye could be the last, my sister was recently diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease and faces a long, hard road, and, sadly, bringing my little dog Polly proved impossible.
On my many trips to Sri Lanka in the 2010s, I saw many European visitors with dogs. Little did I know how challenging and expensive it had become to bring a pet into the country. To make a long story short, it would cost five to ten thousand dollars to bring her in – and she would be in cargo. It broke my heart to have to rehouse her. I found her a lovely couple near Jacksonville, Florida and she seems to be settling in well.
Fourteen hours into a seventeen hour flight, with a stiff neck, masked face and sore bum, I face my adventure with excitement and anxiety. I have been very anxious about my transit through Singapore. Originally, I was to have Polly with me; however, I am convinced I did the best and right thing by rehousing her because the journey would have been awful for her.
The journey was not without its challenges. The check in clerk and I had a go around in Orlando. I was convinced I got 2 free bags on an international flight, but he insisted I was wrong. Rather than spend another two hundred dollars, I abandoned my golf bag with the bamboo shelves I planned to bring along. I arrived at my gate in San Francisco to be told I could not go to Singapore because my departing flight was not on Singapore Airlines. United made good and got me on a Singapore Airline flight. I stressed out about transiting through Singapore because the information was confusing. Some information indicated that I would have to go through immigration and pay $125 for a Covid PCR test. Other info indicated that passengers with vaccination records and a negative PCR test taken 72 hours before departure waited in the transit area for their connecting flight.
Unable to decide which was correct, I did not schedule a PCR test and pay ahead as recommended. I was greeted at the gate by a young woman with a sign bearing my name; she directed me to a transfer desk where I received my new ticket for Singapore Airlines. They handled the luggage transfer. No PCR test. No electronic health card. Just a long wait. I splurged on a transit lounge and for $50, I got a quiet place to sit for 5 hours, a meal and a shower.
My transit through immigration at the airport in Sri Lanka was smooth. The process had changed a bit since my last visit, with only one stop. I grabbed my bags and eagerly went to the busy pick up area to meet Lucky. We connected, loaded up and zipped off to the hotel. I was pretty tired, but not that tired . . . Six years is a long time!



