it is what it is. and panic or fear won't change the pace at which things unfold. it never really does. here or elsewhere.
stepping out of the airport into the night air, scanning the crowd for the beaming faces of my aunt and uncle, enveloped in welcoming hugs, having our luggage wrested from us by relatives and piled into a van; these things have calmed me. it is good to be back.

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