Home...huh, who would've thunk it?

As we circled and circled and circled the Delhi area for an hour and a half waiting for the monsoon to cease so that our plane could land, I watched KLM's video clips of various cities from around the world. Cities of China, Brazil, Italy (to name a few) all showed off their great sights, cafes and sidewalks where happy people gallivanted from one cute spot to another. And I couldn't help but think, "why...why do we live here?", "where are the cute spots of Delhi that aren't ridden with human waste? Where are the side walks?" and other things such as "Oh, America, how I miss thee already...". Finally we land, and after another 45 minutes sitting on the tarmac waiting for a gate to become available, I was struck with the thought that this is year 3...3rd year in India. Dang. Time is flying...especially here, it seems. We grabbed our luggage and a taxi and as I entered India with all the noise, people, and our taxi driver who reversed down a flyover into oncoming traffic on the way to our apartment, I couldn't help but feel that it was nice to be home.