It's that time again. Time to barbecue slabs of red meat, drink beer and send small gunpowder-filled rockets into the night sky. It's the 4th of July (and, by remarkable yearly coincidence, Canada Day as well).
We're back in North America now and feeling happy, tired and befuddled. We're in the middle of packing up a house that we barely lived in and already we feel so disconnected to it and everything inside and around it. The things that feel most familiar and comfortable are those things that we just brought over in our suitcases. It's a strange life.
Iran seems like a lifetime ago, and it has only been one week since we left. Were we ever really there? Walking through the supermarket here picking up groceries, it all seems so normal and North American -- hard to believe that just a few days ago none of this existed in our reality.
