We have resettled into life back in the East. I have survived my initial meal fails- for some reason whenever I cross the ocean, the other side greets with me with failed attempts at cooking- this time a can of beans exploded on my face, I had forgotten to buy half the ingredients, and I dumped seasoning into the pot that was infested with bugs. A little extra protein tonight, kids? Each trip across the ocean is another transition on either side- there are lots of practical things to do to get life set up and going, trying to find a rhythm to our life and family that works for the season. After the dust settles a little I always have the feeling, "who am I and where do I fit here?" If I'm in America, I feel a little strange, I feel tentative in each social situation and just the business of life because I feel like I should know how to interact or manage but I'm not quite sure or I'm out of practice. Especially going from a city of 20 million to the "...