Even the rain smells good

I wouldn’t say I’ve never felt so happy to be home, because I felt like that after spending three weeks in reservist training five years ago.

But because it was not exactly happy circumstances which made my little family make our first overseas trip together, and because of the awful Shanghainese air, we took deep, grateful breaths of haze-free, 90% humid air when we got back last Friday morning.

It has been a harrowing fortnight, and I’m still so tired I haven’t been able to make full sense of everything. Naomi’s worse off. It will take awhile.