Thirty hours of travel and airplane meals, indistinguishable between dinner and breakfast, and an early landing at SFO. A customs official asked me enough questions to make me a little nervous about my tourist visa: yes, I was just vacationing. Yes, I have friends in Mysore. What do I do in the States? I teach yoga– oh yes, I did a bit of yoga in Mysore, but you know I wasn’t there FOR yoga… exhaustion made me think, for a moment, that he might send me back.
And then a car ride conspicuously absent of honking horns, and a walk in the Mission with shoulders brazenly bared, and brunch at Boogaloo’s with Anna, and grocery shopping at Trader Joe’s. Back to the routine. Of course I didn’t plan on getting sick after arriving home, and after at least six hours of being firmly on California soil it hit– India sick, but worse than the first bout. Thanks Ganesha, all my obstacles have been removed, 48ish hours later.
Of course it is nice in some ways to be back, but it also feels like I just left. Like I was lifted up mid-setu bandhasana and deposited outside the shala. Wait! I haven’t done backbends or closing yet! Let me stay a little longer!
But oh, the memories are so good. And I left a trunk, which means I’ll be back.