Farewell to all that

K and I agreed last week that this evening we'd discuss "what happens after India." And we did so, even though I had what had to be one of my crappiest days ever at work. (I won't get into it, but suffice it to say that I really dislike injustice and public humiliation, especially in combination, and even more especially when they happen to me.)

We sat down over Gujarati farsan at a chic little place down the street.
"We should talk," K said.
"We're talking," I said.
"I think that even if I had a really good job in Washington, I just wouldn't be happy unless I went back to Los Angeles," K said.

Right. Well. So glad that we had this talk.