We did it!

This is what we kept saying to each other yesterday. We did it, my god we did it.

Certainly you can read all about it on various forms of media, so I won't go into it much here. But after my crazy 40th year of Burningman and India, it feels like what I've taken from both of those things is less "self-actualization" and more gratitude I think.

I'm not really sure what India taught me, I just have no idea. I know it taught me a million things, but they just don't come crashing in real easily. I think India, like Burningman, will be a creeper drug and I will realize later what I have learned.

It's good to be home though. Really good. It's a bit weird to try and get back into the book and the tours and all these weird things, but it's nice too. Home wasn't a place I wanted to escape from and it's a nice place to come back to. It's cold, but it's fucking clean!

I think I missed my friends and family a lot, it's hard to make oneself understood in India, especially for a woman...everyone always asked John questions, never really asking me. Also, I kind of stayed on the sidelines a bit, letting him take over. It was nice, but I always felt like I wasn't getting my point across.

Home is good. Quiet is good. Chicago is so quiet.

Work is good, marriage is good, husbands are good, friends are good.

Deep sighs of relief are awesome.

Future traveling plans being made in places where you can drink the water, priceless.