Posted Saturday January 19, 1:35p Guam time
We tried to find our old house today. We found the street but not the house. Either my parents don’t remember what our house looked like or else all the houses changed in the past 36 years. All they can remember is that the carport was on the left, and that there was an entrance to the kitchen from the carport. Only one house on the road matched that exact description, but then my dad vetoed it because the driveway wasn’t long enough. So then my mom wanted to find their friend’s house on Santa Monica, but I’m not sure what made them think they could find someone else’s old house when we couldn’t even find our old house.
our old street, Y Seng Song
Also on our travels today we tried to go see the Naval Hospital, where I was born, but my dad didn’t have his retired military ID so we were denied access.
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My father had his travelers checks stolen from his hotel room the first morning we were here (my mom & I are convinced that he just hid them really well). And my mom left her travelers checks at home, so they both went down to the Amex Travel Store to get them all replaced yesterday. He wasn’t back at the hotel two hours and he realized he’d lost them again – he was sure he’d left them on the counter at the Amex store, along with his passport. So this morning we piled in the car and returned to the Amex store…and they weren’t there. So he came back out to the car and started looking under the seats again. As I was bending down to help look, I noticed them shoved up in the center console of the car. He went back in to tell the Amex people that he found them, and Rick called out “tell them you’ll see them tomorrow!”. I was DYING.
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Oh, and my dad gave me the idea for the title of this entry since we were checking out where we used to live, and because Mallory’s hair has turned all afro-ish in this crazy Guam humidity.