Well, almost. We’re close to the one year anniversary of our return to India. And while I miss parts of my old life sorely, there are many things about this new old life that I wouldn’t trade for anything.
One of the best moments of the last twelve odd months? My son coming home before August 15th with a hand painted tri-colour and informing me “This is was our national flag. And this is our National Anthem”. And then bursting in to a gloriously off key rendition of Jana Gana Mana. Yep, moving back home was worth it just for that.