It was such a long trip that I even doubted if I would spend the rest of my life in the airplane, or... at the airport. Wuhan -- Shanghai -- San Francisco -- Chicago -- Milwaukee. I am still alive.

The journey told me one thing -- I can beat time!!! Yeah. I started off from Shanghai at 12:55 pm and flew ahead of time to arrive at S.F. at 8 am or so. Gee! I stole 5 hours from God. Waitwaitwait... it was way too early to cheer for victory.

In the following six hours I was taught a good lesson about the usage of letter Q. I queued for arrival; I queued for SEVIS; I queued for staffs of UA's processing of missed flights... I paid one more extra hour for the five hours I stole from God. Anyway, it was not too bad that at least the only thing I didn't have to queue for was queue itself. I had learned so much about Q. My only question was -- when would the lesson for R(EST) start???

The lesson for R began at 7:45 pm in Chicago OHARE International Airport. Unfortunately, it was not REST but RESTART. My sense of direction was challenged ruthlessly by the architect of OHARE. What a labyrinth! I was curious about how the "more than 190,000 smart travelers make O'Hare their airport of choice every day" and how the guys found their ways out. Maybe I am the 190,001st???