Yesterday I went to Grosvenor Square in London. There’s a beautiful building there: Georgian neo-classical with lots of red brick and white stone. It’s called the Canadian embassy. I didn’t get to see inside it. I had to go to the ugly 60’s building at the other end of the square which is the US embassy.
While I was there a very nice man gave me some advice. He said “When you get a job in America you should wear an undershirt underneath your dress shirt.” Apparently it’s customary to do so and people look at you funny if you don’t. He also put something in my passport called a visa.
I’m leaving this country in twenty-five days. Is America ready to recieve me? Is England ready to lose me? I don’t know, but I’m going anyway.
