Back In Vancouver

Back in Vancouver, Mr Tabubil and I did absolutely nothing of consequence. When we were hungry, we ate. When we were bored, we wandered around the apartment, or out along the seawall, and when we were tired we slept. We didn't talk. Travelling is wonderful. Seeing much-loved friends and family is wonderful, but after three weeks of talking and visiting, we needed a little time to decompress.
Mr Tabubil's leave was up, and he flew home to Australia, but I was able to stay on for a while, and spend three more weeks visiting with Mum and Dad. Life is good like that sometimes.