Going home

7 hours and 48 minutes. Questions, some answers, more questions, no answers playing the entire gamut of indecision, certainty, fear, boldness, curiosity, confusion, longing, laughter, clarity, sobriety, uncertainty, justifications, questions, resolution.....

An agreement on whether we are expatriates or immigrants, and what that means to our lives. What that makes us. What we want to be. Who we want to be. A resounding gavel attack as well as a hung jury. Just goes to show what happens when you leave two hungry women to fix the world. We did spend about 32 minutes rehearsing for what will be Somya's assertive I'm in charge meeting tomorrow and a critique on the slur cast upon her lack of style (by a man who wears brightly coloured socks that match neither his trousers or his shoes...).

Tally - 1 landslide, 1 counting in progress. I think we did a pretty damn good job.