I've never been a particularly good traveller. My favourite journey is almost invariably the one home, this one particularly so. It was a long journey, but it's so very, very good to be home.
Looking back over it, this trip had its ups and downs. It was certainly good to see my family again, and I really shouldn't leave it so long to see them again – although I suspect it'll always be a duty to visit India, not a pleasure. But also, the first week in particular, was very stressful. There was the inevitable adjusting period, which was bad enough, but combined with the stuff relating to girls, well, it didn't make for a pleasant atmosphere for me. Still, I'm home and still single, which has got to count for something, although oddly, the whole thing has left me less disinclined towards the whole situation than I've felt for a long time.
For now, I'm just going to enjoy being home – where traffic rules aren't just treated as guidelines and they've heard of this strange thing called "lane discipline" – and we'll see what happens.