There’s no place like

suitcase picIf I click my heels together three times, put on an FFP3 mask and a face shield, and take half a Xanax…

I came home. I’m glad I did it. The journey was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and I’m no stranger to pushing myself through scary things.

But I’m here, and it’s winter, and there are beautiful trees everywhere I look, and it’s been snowing more than usual for the DC metro area, and I love snow.

There’s a bike waiting to be put back together, and two bikes that haven’t been ridden since I was last visiting the US, in the Before.

I’ve been walking along the muddy banks of a local river, and seeing my family (masked and outside), and I’m beyond grateful to have made it here, and to be able to do these things.

I’ll be back on the bike soon enough, and for the rest of it, we’ll just see how it goes. At the moment, I feel very Dorothy Gale about it all.

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