No, I’m not back to Yangon for a while, and not homesick either, just happened to be looking for some photos of my kids posing with a python, and remembered the city that was meant to be my home for two years. I see its charms, it is an eternally cheerful and resilient city, but we never clicked. But there are still many memories to hold onto, and many friends that were really difficult to leave behind. Story of my life. Never-ending goodbyes.
And the streets where I hardly ever took photos, though I always knew I should be. I still need to go back and get to be a casual traveller.