Thursday, May 3, 2007
Coming home is always the best. Landing at the airport, Immigration, collecting bags, Customs; none of it ever happens fast enough. That moment of seeing my wife or son for the first time in six weeks. I notice all of the little changes; the smallest details. My son has new words and expressions. My wife bought new sunglasses. Everything is a discovery amide the haze of jet lag. It's always magical coming home.