Three years in the making. Three years of planning, of fantasizing, of wondering if we’d ever come back.

And so thankfully, here we are. A little older, the boys a little bigger, the city changed in a thousand ways since we were here last.

But still, under it all, that same sense of familiarity. The smile of an elderly cashier at a neighborhood supermarket we’d never heard of as she bags our groceries. The cacophony of buying in a Donki we could never navigate properly.

There’s a million headaches waiting for me in WhatsApp and emails but for now I pretend they all don’t exist.