Familiarity

Well, we're back. In this land where we're different, we're outsiders, we're foreign.

And yet so many things feel soothingly familiar. The heat & humidity. The strange dishes that have somehow become comfort food. The faces that look so unlike ours. The cacophony of street and people noise. Even the stink and the mud slopping into my flip flops.

I feel some snatches of home here, and it surprises me. We couldn't wait to get away from this place six months ago. We struggled with coming back. And yet today I felt the comfort of familiarity like a welcoming embrace.

I know I can make a home anywhere. But I am surprised to find it waiting for me here.