Our whole routine is carried over, almost as though we had not left. Almost as though we were home.
I wanted to write one last, grand, post-sabbatical retrospective. And today I realized I can’t put it behind me. Ever.
We were glad to see each other and sad to leave each other.
We have felt welcomed, honored and loved. It is humbling, really.
Since our flight was delayed for two weeks, we get to experience monsoon. Notice I did not say enjoy it.