There's No Place Like Home [en]

[fr] Qu'il fait bon être de retour chez soi!

I’m home.

– I know how the oven works and the temperatures on the dial mean something to me.
– The water in the shower is hot immediately, no need to wait.
– Bagha is there.
– Dressing-gown.
– Sleeping in my bed. With my nordic-style bedsheets. Mmmh.
– Frozen lasagna from Migros, tastes “just like it should”.
– Quiet. Calm. Silence. (Just a bit of thunder now and again.)
– Shopping on auto-pilot with no surprises. Price tags indicate how much I’ll pay, tax included.
– Spotlessly clean busses.
– Dreadful *grumble* winter-like grey *grumble* weather.
– Paying my bus fare with my CASH card. No need to convert bills into quarters.
– A fridge filled with familiar food.
– Did I mention the calm and silence?

It’s been [a long time](http://climbtothestars.org/categories/india/trips/india-2004/ “India, 2004.”) since I was away from home for so long.

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