All good things come to an end

It’s 11:10PM here in a suburb outside of Delhi.  I can’t sleep because I’m too scared I won’t wake up in time to catch my red eye flight to Shanghai.  I don’t know how I’ve already been abroad for four months.

Everyone asks if I’m excited. I’m excited to see people, sure. I’m not excited for the cold.

I can’t help but think I don’t feel at all ready to go back.

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