Thanks to those who wished safe travels. My travels were, indeed, safe with only a few minor emergencies regarding overweight baggage and the corresponding dysfunctional scales (as in registering a 750 ml bottle of rum as 4 kilograms...), residency documentation that was packed in my check-on luggage but that I needed to show in order to leave India...
I was welcomed at SFO by the two men of my life: dad and hubby. My dad was there to pick me up and taxi me home (gotta take quality time when and where we can!) and A was there (at the airport) to fly to the middle of the country to see his cousin's wedding. And if their welcome wasn't uplifting enough, I was also blessed with having my luggage come out first. For those of you who have waited and waited at the baggage claim only to watch all your fellow travelers leave and your stuff never show up, you can imagine how special it is to have the VERY FIRST suit case show up?
The jet lag is not as bad as I had thought, though what seems to be a lack of sleepiness may actually be the high of being home. I woke up at 5:30 am this morning and did yoga, so basically things are normal.
I guess I won't have much more to write to this special group until I fly off to Japan (on August 12, by the way), unless you want to hear all the details of my boring little hometown... Okay, okay, I can almost you groaning, dear reader. So, then, until sushi-ville,