Home again, home again: Completing another circle
Trip Start Oct 02, 2011
26Trip End Oct 27, 2011
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On landing in Seattle we snapped into yet another reality, another life. Like the wheels of a slot machine, our neurons spun round until the payline clicked in: "dollars--drive on right--have a nice day." Thus our brains were reset and ready for action.
The ferry ride from Seattle to Bainbridge Island evoked thoughts of my grandfather's similarly nautical arrival in America. But the mode of transport and the country of destination were the only common features. I was ending up where I started, returning to the comfortable and the known; grandpa Klein was walking the gangplank to a new and wholly unfamiliar life
How daunting it must have been: eyeing the profoundly alien shore, not speaking the language, not knowing the customs, or even the food. Was anyone waiting for him at the dock? What would he say to the immigration officials, if he could say anything at all? And he was only sixteen! In comparison, I’ve lived a blissfully unheroic life.
My grandfather’s arrival in America was the first arc of an uncharted journey, a journey that, 106 years later, would lead to my walking off the ferry, to return home.