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After slaloming through various hurdles, I am finally able to go home for the holidays. I bought my ticket and the countdown has begun. Already, everything seems easier - because America is less relevant in my eyes. I am already home. I start recalling my mom's face, my dad's organized living room and daily rituals. I am running up the two flights instead of taking the elevator to my grandpa's apartment. Body here, mind there.