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I got deported from England, after being detained and interviewed for 5 hours. At first they didn't believe that I was visiting someone until they interviewed George. And then they didn't believe I planned to return back to the US because I don't have a job and I'm not in school, or something to return to and thought I was going to stay in the UK illegally despite having return flights. I told them I had a job in december, but I stopped working because I started to have seizures and it just didn't seem logical to get a job for 3 weeks and then take off on vacation for 2 months. I told them I planned to get a job when I got back so that I can afford George's plane ticket in the summer, but they said everyone "plans" to get a job to get passed the border. I had complete confidence and I cooperated with them the whole time because I had nothing to hide, but they still decided that I didn't give them enough reason for them not to believe me. I asked if I could at least see George but they said no.
I didn't want to cuss, I didn't want to show any aggression or throw a fit or something stupid that wouldn't help my case when they told me I was being deported. All I could do was sit down in disbelief. I didn't do anything wrong, it seemed so unfair. It is now thursday and I haven't slept since monday because I have been travelling. It felt like a dream partly because I was sleep deprived and partly because I just didn't want to accept that this was actually happening. I had just arrived from a 9 hour flight, and I was not looking forward to another 9 hour flight in the opposite direction. I didn't want to leave, I didn't want to travel anymore. If I couldn't stay in the UK, I didn't want to be anywhere. I really thought I was going to lose my mind.
They were only going to take me to Houston, without a connecting flight back home. Houston is like a 7-9 hour drive from where I live. As far as they were concerned, it was my problem to get home. They told me I might have to buy another plane ticket, and I couldn't afford it. So the thought of being stranded in Houston didn't help. Luckily in Houston they were able to change my return flight date from April 8th.
I answered everything honestly, i did not anticipate this at all. I didn't deserve it. It wasn't fair. I didn't do anything wrong. I feel so defeated, discouraged, crushed, heart broken. It's hard to believe this actually happened, and there was nothing I can do about it and I'm stuck in this reality. I feel so guilty because my mom put a lot of effort into this trip with helping me get a passport and the plane tickets and everything. All for nothing. This trip meant a lot to me, and I really appreciated everything my mom did. I also feel guilty because George's mom took the day off to be able to pick me up, and I was increasingly worried about having them wait so long without knowing what was going on while I was being interviewed. I kept telling the immigration officer to at least inform them about what was going on and he would just tell me he's going to talk to them.
They took my fingerprints and photo ID and a ton of paperwork and computer work. If I go back, when they scan my passport I'm afraid that it'll show up on the records and they might make an issue out of something else ridiculous. I'm exhausted. I've had 2 nine hour flights and 2 one hour flights in the past 2 days. I haven't slept either, and I'm not looking forward to waking up tomorrow and instantly remembering all of this.
I didn't want to cuss, I didn't want to show any aggression or throw a fit or something stupid that wouldn't help my case when they told me I was being deported. All I could do was sit down in disbelief. I didn't do anything wrong, it seemed so unfair. It is now thursday and I haven't slept since monday because I have been travelling. It felt like a dream partly because I was sleep deprived and partly because I just didn't want to accept that this was actually happening. I had just arrived from a 9 hour flight, and I was not looking forward to another 9 hour flight in the opposite direction. I didn't want to leave, I didn't want to travel anymore. If I couldn't stay in the UK, I didn't want to be anywhere. I really thought I was going to lose my mind.
They were only going to take me to Houston, without a connecting flight back home. Houston is like a 7-9 hour drive from where I live. As far as they were concerned, it was my problem to get home. They told me I might have to buy another plane ticket, and I couldn't afford it. So the thought of being stranded in Houston didn't help. Luckily in Houston they were able to change my return flight date from April 8th.
I answered everything honestly, i did not anticipate this at all. I didn't deserve it. It wasn't fair. I didn't do anything wrong. I feel so defeated, discouraged, crushed, heart broken. It's hard to believe this actually happened, and there was nothing I can do about it and I'm stuck in this reality. I feel so guilty because my mom put a lot of effort into this trip with helping me get a passport and the plane tickets and everything. All for nothing. This trip meant a lot to me, and I really appreciated everything my mom did. I also feel guilty because George's mom took the day off to be able to pick me up, and I was increasingly worried about having them wait so long without knowing what was going on while I was being interviewed. I kept telling the immigration officer to at least inform them about what was going on and he would just tell me he's going to talk to them.
They took my fingerprints and photo ID and a ton of paperwork and computer work. If I go back, when they scan my passport I'm afraid that it'll show up on the records and they might make an issue out of something else ridiculous. I'm exhausted. I've had 2 nine hour flights and 2 one hour flights in the past 2 days. I haven't slept either, and I'm not looking forward to waking up tomorrow and instantly remembering all of this.