One of the opportunities afforded by writing a book like Lunatic is to put a long journey into perspective and to look back over my notes, notes taken always at the moment, and to see a developing narrative thread that I wasn’t even necessarily aware of at the time.  That’s especially true as the pages and words mount and the end draws near – the end of the journey, the end of the book.

I re-read my very first blog post the other day and I was amazed at the difference in tone and perspective between March of last year and March of this, and I was bowled over by the sense that the journey had, in fact, done what it was supposed to.  The timing had been perfect.  It was as if I’d known that going away was the thing to do; I didn’t have any answers when I climbed on the China bus on March 6, 2008, but I was full of questions and a sense, I realize now, that I had to leave in order to find my way home again and that I would, even if that was a new and different home.

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