Just wanted to share the happy news, that, after counting the days and nights, Jason is finally home!
He was trying to beat jetlag, but it is 7:00 am Cambodia time, so Jason ended up getting knocked out and is now sound asleep.
He is of course happy to be home, but I feel that I’m more at home, now that he’s home. Does that make sense? I guess home is where the heart is, and so in a way, I’m glad to be home!