Yesterday was my first day back into the office. I fought through my e-mails, fiegned interest in office affairs, and tried to remember the language of the place.

I am wishing to return changed, but aside from the urge to eat off of everyone's plates, it hasn't happened. Mostly, I am trying to catch up on sleep and appreciate the pace of no longer living out of suitcases and rushing from one public transit system to another.

I am craving Alex's father's cooking, chopsticks, and my little bowls of rice. I am missing Alex's conversation and his big pumpkin head. I am missing the way time passes when there is no where and no one I have to be.