Voila, after a last jump in the Singapore Strait water and thirty six hours non-stop with a face mask, I am back in Maine.
The trip back was rather uncomfortable, replacing a new mask at every plane and being quite nervous in a strange untrustful atmosphere. I couldn’t work nor sleep as much as I wanted, so I am back in Maine rather tired, jetlagged and in quarantine again…
I won’t to be able to go shopping and I won’t have the bento boxes three times a day like I had in Singapore, but I will be able to spend my day outside on the porch if I wish to, cooking what I like to eat, and feeling more free that in a little hotel room – at least!
The dark side of leaving remotely however, is that no company accepts to deliver groceries – even not Amaz** Pri**, or the supermarket of the area -, which is not really compatible with staying in quarantine! But I’m extremely fortunate to have wonderful friends and neighbors accepting to do some groceries for me and I also finally managed to get a delivery from the farm once a week, so I should really survive very well :).
On my way to the US I could see the dusty sky from the fires in California, I could see anxious people dealing with a virus that one cannot see, and who didn’t trust each other anymore, I could see scary empty airports built for a crowd, and I must admit that I was very happy to arrive, even in an isolated home invaded by other still unidentified creatures!
Last beach time near the Equator line 
Los Angeles smoky sky line 
Who’s hole is it? 
Morning sunrise
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