I’ve landed in Indy, and am awaiting my ride. Contemplating food and a nice long shower. According the flight attendant on the Shanghai-Chicago portion of my journey, I slept more than any other person in her section, which—given that only a few years ago I would have been agonizingly rigid with insomnia for all fourteen hours—is a good, somewhat remarkable, thing. I think I’ve begun to take this international travel thing for granted.
Well, not quite. It still feels surreal, as always, to leave China and then find myself back inside the United States, less than a day later. What a small and lovely world we live in.